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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 22, 2023 21:49:45 GMT
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 22, 2023 22:07:14 GMT
Santino D'Antonio raced through the rain slicked city as the downpour continued to hammer everything with endless raindrops. He paid no mind to the downpour and just kept running as fast as he could. Ares and his men wouldn't be able to stop John but they could slow him down enough that Santino could make it to the safety of The Continental. He just had to make it inside and he'd be safe. Santino had enough coin that he could afford to stay there near-indefinitely and even John wouldn't be stupid enough to break their rules knowing that he'd be throwing away his own life. He just had to run. Santino was getting closer and closer to the safety of The Continental now. He just had to make it inside!  Bullseye watched him run from the roof of a building a few blocks away. Right on schedule. He didn't particularly care about this whole situation but Fisk saw it as his chance to secure power in New York by taking out one of his remaining competitors so Bullseye's job was to stop Santino from ever getting close to The Continental. Bullseye flipped his knife up in the air, caught it, took aim, reared his arm back and tossed the knife through the raging storm and wild winds and pouring rain across the distance of several blocks right into its intended target: Santino's leg. The knife burrowed into it and Santino screamed in agony as he collapsed on the ground writhing in pain. He wouldn't be going anywhere on that leg. "Bullseye. He's all yours Johnny." |
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