Work work work.

[Travis Delmonte]

Eight of these bastards. Travis was definitely in for some fun. And he was almost positive that this was only the beginning of a very long, interesting night. And as the meant advanced, closer and closer, Travis' heart would begin to pound harder, faster. His body was getting ready for a brutal fight of sorts. He would have to concentrate hard to make it through these punks without much injury. He knew they were strong, and that was probably their best attribute. From what he saw of their advance, they weren't that fast. And they didn't seem to have the best balance. He would have to make sure that he used that to his advantage.

The first two came, and Travis reacted as best he could. The first wielding a rather heavy looking pipe. Travis would hope backwards, the pipe just passing in front of him as his feet touched the rooftop once again, that pipe slamming against the trailer top hard. Instincts screamed for him to swing that chained right fist hard and fast.

He was out of punching range, but lucky for Travis, the length of the extra chain links was enough to slap hard against the left side of that first thug's face. Travis' left foot lifting fast and hard, slamming ontop of the angled pipe in that mans hand. The pipe would drop to trailer top a s that first thug screamed from the facial blow and the fact that the pipe had been forced from his grip so harshly.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the second thug swinging a hard wooden baseball bat. Travis grunted as he threw his weight back wards, his hands falling behind him as he dropped against the trailer and watched that bat slam against the first thug's head. Blood was present almost immediately, that thug groaned and screamed out as he fell backwards against the hardtop.

Travis still in that odd position on all fours, his right leg would shoot up, those steel-toed boots connecting with the second thug's throat as he was distracted with his partner's whiny crying. Immediately bat dropped and he clutched his neck and attempted to make some kind of deep breathing or choking sound. As Travis' right leg dropped back to the surface, Travis' left leg would shoot foreword and slam against the second thug's stomach and knock him backwards, down to the trailer top and then sliding the last few inches to drop head first from the top of the truck.

Another down.. Another severely injured.. 6 to go.. Come on Travis, you can do this..

[Razzo]

-Another one, hahaha!-

The driver chanted while the group of only 8 only listened as oddly... the group became seven in only a second when a rather large pipe broke through the roof and... well with its force smashed into the guys skull causing him to topple over and to Razzo's own amusement knock down the rest, while of course they picked themselves up in a rather hastily fashion, it didn't matter as Razzo had already come full forward, his right foot, in a dress shoe smacking into the mouth of one, the teeth of course being knocked in while he twisted his foot, a rather shrill yet muffled cry of pain escaping while his upper body angled to dodge two who had swung for his head, his body taking a low forward position because of this , his hat knocked off, the driver of course noted it landing on his gear shift.

-Got your hat.-

He pointed out while the two fell to the ground, a gleam lacing there bodies as roughly 40 scalpels had been launched in the small increment of time of course they weren't dead... but it didn't matter while the guy who got a foot in his mouth... well, he just happened to be in pain while the Jackal constantly moved his foot around, the side of his foot pushing into the gums constantly while a tooth here and there randomly fell out.

"I wonder, how to deal with you boys?"

He questioned as yet again in his right hand did yet more scalpels appear! Considering he had 108 on him all the time it wasn't surprising... yet thus he stepped forward, removing his foot from the mouth and stomping over him while the others backed up, one spotting the case and of course diving for it, yet only met with his hand pinned to the wall by a small surgical knife, that of which Razzo planted his foot on afterward while twisting.

"Not for you."

He commented as he took his foot down and nailed him in the cheek with the blades, which in turn popped out the other end, the guy however got up... strange? Not really, he pulled his hand over the handle of the weapon, however they all began if possible to ritualistically dive out the back. Razzo a slight frown while he pulcked up his weapons and threw the rest out, the driver passing him back his hat while he walked to the end of the trailer, his hat to his chest while he waved, his mask reapplied.

"Well, that was fun... and how is the boy doing?"

-knocked a bunch off, but hes paying for the roof...-

"Yare... yare... you do need to get a hold on that temper of yours."

Razzo commented as he went back to sit, the floor covered in bits of blood and a tooth here and there, he of corse placing his hat back on his head while he only waited for the boy to finish his game.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis would push himself up as another charge toward him. This one seemed to be unarmed, well.. to the point that he didn't have a bat or a pipe. He had a pair of rather.. painful looking glove. Studded bolts seemed to be strategically placed, perfect for punching. Awesome. Just plain awesome. This was going to be a bit difficult.

Once in range, the man took a large, wide swing with his left arm. Travis acted quickly, his right, chained, fist lifting and slamming against the man's bare wrist. That didn't stop that thug though, his right hand swing foreword fast and Travis felt that crushing blow slam against the left side of his face. It hurt. And he felt his body moving backwards as he tried to recover as quick as possible.

'fuckin' punk broke my wrist!!'

Of course Travis was in pain, he just barely heard that shout, and hadn't been int he right mindset to block the large boot that slammed against his lower abdomen. Travis' lungs sucked for air after that, but it was no use. His body soon thudded against the trailer top as he desperately tried to suck air into his lungs, rolling his jaw the best he could. It wasn't broken. He was damn lucky there. Soon enough his lungs were working again and just in time, as the large brawler pushed foreword toward him again. His uninjured right arm lifted and it would seem that he aimed to drop that studded fist down onto Travis' chest. But no, Travis would dig his elbows hard against the surface of the trailer and push with his heels. His body would slide just out of range, that man's fist crashing down against the roof surface, a few centimeters from his crotch, right between his legs.

"OH MY GOD!"

Those words shot from his lips automatically as he mused how lucky he had just gotten. And then his legs worked quickly. Squeezing the side of the mans hands to keep it in place, Travis lifting his left hand to the top of the hands arm, around his shoulder, his chained right hand moved quickly toward the side of the brawler's locked arm. With a sickening crack, that joint gave way to the pressure and his arm broke. A loud, piercing shout was heard, tears rolling from the man's face. Once again Travis acted as quick he could, his right leg moving from the injured arm, hooking the right side of the man's torso and pressing to the left. The throw would be successful and that dude would drop off the side of the trailer once more.

And then came a rather sharp and sudden turn. The trailer would turn dangerously and Travis would have slid right off the trailer roof if his hand hand not found the rather large hole that had been created when he h ad stomped that pole against the roof. Travis closed his eyes but they had quickly opened when he heard two more screams. It seemed that driver had turned at the perfect time. Two more of the thugs had been charging at Travis when he was busy tossing the other guy off. Those two that had been running had lost footing and had been tossed from the roof. Thank god! Travis was hurting enough now.

His abdomen hurt, his jaw along with that. He was glad that he would have a few seconds to breath. The last three were advancing slowly after that last sudden turn. Travis would use his upper body strength to pull himself foreword a bit, as his legs, up to his knees has slid over the edge. He would once again push himself into a standing position, though this time his lungs were breathing heavy, his heart pounding so hard he was surprised it hadn't shot through his chest. He was getting tired.. And he could tell this night wasn't over yet..

[Razzo]

"Bumpy ride."

He commented as the doors to the back had been closed moments before he chose to sit back down thought the thumps still came from above, seems he wasn't done yet? Indeed that is what it seemed while he directed his vision to the roof, and what do you know, there was a sudden thunk and here there was yet another hole in the roof. How interesting, of course Razzo only mused at the studded glove as it was pulled back while with what little a hole it was he simply looked up to see someone walking... rather big he would summise.

"He seems to be in a bad place... care to help him?"

He commented as the driver took a hard turn, Razzo still not moving at even at that fact while when the truck steadyed a slight smile on his face to hear some voices and a good thunk here and there... seems that two more just got a short stop and a fast drop? Ah, how nice, of course he figured he could go up and help... but the he wanted action, that and driver here would basically deny the right to do so... considering unlike Razzo he believed a transporter need to be able to hold there own, odds good or odds bad.

Though that didn't stop Razzo from getting up and poking his head out to see what was going on, his left hand pressed to the top of his hat while his right eye looked through the slit in his brim, it was going alright he supposed... and thus hopped back down and made his way back to his seat, a rather pleased smile on his face, not so much his mask but he was indeed pleased.

[Travis Delmonte]

So here he was. Down to the final three. They all had chains. And they all looked equally mad and angry. Hell, Travis considered himself lucky. He probably wouldn't have made it this far if it had not need for some of the rather lucky events that unfolded in the last few minutes. And these thus most-likely thought that Travis was way too lucky for his own good. Well.. He was. But luck didn't last forever and soon enough, Travis would get caught by some mean attack right? Most-likely. He could only hope that he had the ability and energy to continue and finish this little fight soon.

Once again, the thug closest would charge, his right arm lifting to attempt to whip Travis with that chain. As that arm lifted, Travis would step toward the man, his left leg lifting quickly as he brought his shin hard against his open right side. With that, the man grunted and winced, his hand opening and that chain slipping from h is grip. With another quick reaction, that left leg would drop and place itself firmly upon the rooftop surface, his right chained hand would then shout foreword and c rash against the left side of his opponent's next. He would stumble back wards and swear loudly. But then something would happen t hat Travis had not expect.

Since he had been busy with that thug, one of the other two had snuck up behind his, and was not bringing that chained own and around his neck rather quickly. He had just managed to slip his left hand in between the chain link and the flesh of his neck. And then that chain was pulled hard, and Travis' eyes would widen. He could tell that if he did not get out of this soon, he would be dead. And what was worse, was that man that Travis had just attacked had recovered, and was extremely angry. He watched as the man neared, and then Travis got an idea.

When that man had gotten into range, his right fist pulled back and it seemed as if he would try to strike Travis in the face. Within a few seconds though, this would change. Travis would let go of himself suddenly. Become dead weight for the one holding him. And with the sudden ness, Travis would be dropped down slightly, the one trying to chock him bending foreword and over a bit. That large fist of the other thug would strike that choker dead on in the forehead. The chocker would be knocked back, loosing grip on the chain a round Travis' neck. And now Travis was free to do what he wanted.

And since he was low, and there was a guy in front of him, he would lean foreword slightly, his right hand would then shoot foreword into his crotch. A squeal of pain and that man would drop backwards. Too bad for him, as he had dropped backwards,landed on his own chain and then when he had tried to roll to the side, he would hit the edge of the truck and drop off. Two more to go..

Travis would make his way to his feet once again, his left hand rubbing at his throat, where the chain had rubbed and threatened to squeeze the lift from him. His right arm folded as the chain clinked slightly. He would turn to face that final man, the one that had sat by and watched while that happened. Travis was beginning to get annoyed by these guys. He had to finish this off quickly, and to get some rest. He would once again charge toward that man, his right hand shooting quickly in a wide arc, from his left side, to the right. It would slam against the right side of his face, chain and all, and that would cause the man to stumble back a bit. Immediately Travis' would set in again and his left arm would fold and slam in a elbow against his chest. That would cause the man to stumble backwards even more, and then right off the truck.

The last one was rolling and groaning in pain, as his friends punch had seemed to do enough damage. blood drips from h is forehead, where it seemed his buddy's punch had split him. Interesting. So with a few deep breaths, he would walk toward the man, drop his head to that man's chest and grip his shirt. With a few hard tugs he would drag him to the edge. And then he would do something mean. He would push that man off the edge of the speeding truck, and watch as he crashed against the rough pavement and rolled along the highway road. Finally.. he was done.. And he was tired.. and a little hurt.. All he wanted to do was go get some rest. He would once again make his way back to the ladder, and then down into the trailer.

[Razzo]

«Was that the sort of interest you were after? »

Jackal commented while he kept each eye shut, shallow breaths slipping from his rather skinny body as he was rather relaxed, the events thus far to the man were nothing more than a tribute to the weak nature of pitiable creatures… or more to say the weak ass street punks, they were to easy… he even got a good few to simply five into an escape… now, of course he didn’t feel like wasting time with them… but at least they could have been a little more fun. Regardless, the night was young, and of course he looked to the front seat the driver continuing to click away on his laptop while occasionally looking back to the road, now… all things considered he was a rather strange man, he didn’t need to see where he was going… almost like he had more than 2 eyes… but that was not important as he propped up and looked to the road, never a good sign. Though for Jackal it usually was.

-Not in the clear yet.-

He commented, as there seemed to be no one chasing, no one trying to intercept? What could it be, oh what could it be? Well, Jackal knew… the bunch from before were lackeys, they were nothing more than the effect of a high dosage of money, but it was interesting, why a retriever would higher such boring filth to help them? They truly must have been or are weak… there was no two ways about it, well regardless of this face Jackal only let off a small yawn, clearly he was bored and thus he turned to the tag along.

“You should rest a little… you only have 5 minutes before we reach the drop off. No doubt something fun will be waiting.”

He commented from below the brim of his hat while his left hand slipped into his pants pocket, pulling out a red pack, a slight raise and sink of his hand and the butt of a cigarette became lodged between his lips while he thus lit it, setting both at his side while he outstretched each leg crossing one over the other.

[Travis Delmonte]

“You should rest a little… you only have 5 minutes before we reach the drop off. No doubt something fun will be waiting.”

Travis would take a few deep breaths once he dropped from the ladder. His eyes would fly to the one that was currently known as 'Jackal'. He was slightly angry. But for now, he wouldn't really say anything. But still.. couldn't he have come up to help? I mean.. Travis was seriously outnumbered there. And it would have been so much easier if Jackal had came up to help.. But maybe it had been a test.. Travis had obviously passed it. He was still alive, and still in the truck. And hearing Jackal's words seemed to prove that feeling he felt deep inside. That this was not over, and that it would only get tougher from here on.

With a grunt, he would make his way toward Jackal, and then let himself drop down ontoh is knees so that he could get some rest. His hands dropping to the ground so that he could keep himself in position if the truck began to take any sharp turns. His eyes would lift toward
Jackal once more, and then his lips would open.

"..Whats coming up.. It's going to be harder then what just took place.. isn't it?"

[Razzo]

Questions again? Not really a problem, better to know ahead of time was one thing that this job found to be important to the job as the tip light to a soft orange while oxygen was dragged through the paper tube. Jackal thus pulling his hand away from his mouth, the cigarette between index and middle fingers while smoke drifted from beneath his hat.

“Most likely.”

He commented while unknown to the newcomer was that they were somewhat ahead of schedule… simply because NB was not only a good and semi demented man behind the wheel but also because they left to the drop clearly an hour before hand… though at this point they were only about 30 minutes off, it was amusing the think how time caught them considering all the already cleared annoyances that got in the way. Either way a large arm came into view from the drivers’ side, of the front, a thumb rose.

-Not bad for a newbie, don’t think that means you can relax. Bunch of street punks like them always run with some over powered shit head, and I think its better to get the trash taken care of before our contractors arrive.-

The large man commented as the truck soon took to a dead silence, Jackal of course didn’t go to help considering he didn’t care who joined into the group, though the driver didn’t think many were even worth letting into his truck, Jackal also really didn’t find it required… if he would wilfully climb into this out of the blue he was either nothing or something. Either way he made it back down, so… clearly that said he wasn’t street pizza, that was good he could suppose.

“Well, seems we have arrived. Shall we?”

He commented as he got to his feet, grabbing his smokes and lighter as well as the case, which he only passed to the front. The driver taking it and in the same process leaving the truck, Jackal doing the same as he looked toward the driver who… in comparison to most normal humans was a bit super sized, his body covered head to toe with muscle, bulging yet toned wearing only a pair of tan pants, brown boots, and a black long sleeve shirt, his hair brown and slicked back.

“So, what is waiting inside?”

Jackal questioned as the large male passed the black clad two photos, already had he been informed, considering the contact he was constantly in touch with the entire ride, though not to certain how the contact could find this info well, it was as similar as the Jackals invoking, it was just something that never would have an answer as they both stood waiting for the third to come.