Manifest Destiny [C Tier Job/Solo]

Garret was sitting down at one of the tables, eating his lunch while listening to the talk around the prison's cafeteria. He overheard two fellow inmates whispering to each other, something about The Manifest acting up again. Garret payed a bit more attention; he recalled they had harassed The Forsaken when he was talking to Hasan the other day.

"...and there's a reward form them, too!."


Garret's ears perked up. Reward? What kinds of rewards could possible be had here? Garret continued to listen as the prisoner spoke.

"Yea, that's great and all, but I'm not part of the Blue Mercs, and I don't want to draw the attention of The Manifest to me, no matter how much Huang is involved."

Garret stood and took his tray, approaching the two and leaning between them. "I hear something interesting over here. You two know something I want to know.... And what's Huang good for in here anyways?"

The two looked at each other, slightly worried, before looking back at Garret. It was well known by now that Garret was with Hasan, and nobody messed with Hasan. They moved a bit and allowed Garret to sit down. "Look, you didn't hear it from us..." one began, and the other continued "... But the Blue Mercs are looking for some muscle to help them teach The Manifests a lesson. Turns out the Manifests have been beating down a lot of people indiscriminately lately, and one of the Blue Mercs was a target in the beatings."

Speaking in hushed tones, they continued to explain to Garret how some things worked in the prison. "Hasan never bothers with it, but there is actually a lot of contraband in the prison. We trade it with guards for favors, sometimes for Huang. The Huang can be used to obtain contraband from guards as well, but they never sell it for what they pay for it. It's one of their ways to make money. Anyways, the Blue Mercs are offering 7,000 Huang worth of contraband for this job. It's tempting, but nobody is fool enough to take it." The men looked Garret over, and gauged his reaction.

Garret simply sat there, eating while taking it in. "Sounds interesting." He finished his food and left the seat, going back to where he was seated before. When it came time to run, he excused himself from Hasan and told the old man he had business that needed taking care of. The old man laughed. "Ho ho ho ho, what it is to be young." And simply continued running.

Garret lagged behind until he was running around the Blue Mercs group. The leader was in the center of the group, running with them while being protected. Garret was running side-by-side one of their grunts. "I hear you folk are looking for somebody that can teach a lesson to The Manifests?"

The man eyed Garret warily. "Might be. What's it to ya?"

"I have been told you are offering a reward for it. I'm interested in rewards." Money was power, some said, and it was something he might be able to eventually leverage in the future. Even if he didn't get the best prices from the guards for the contraband he would be receiving.

Grunting, the man whispered something to his right, into the circle of men. A pathway opened up and Garret slowly moved his way to the center of the group until he was running side-by-side to the second in command, who was running next to the Blue Mercs leader. "So I hear you're interested in our offer." The man passed the remark over to Garret.

Garret nodded. "I didn't even realize there was contraband in this place that could be traded for Huang. The reward is tempting; I'm not like my master, Hasan. I'm willing to interfere." Garret had called Hasan his master, however that was not the actual relationship the two had. Hasan would vehemently deny this, should he have been asked; Hasan insisted he was the master of himself only, and that each man had no master other than themselves as well. Everything else was causality.

The second in command smiled. "That's reassuring. I look forward to dealing with you in the future, as well, then. But for now, I want a specific individual taught a lesson; see that man over there?" He had pointed towards the group of The Manifests that were once again harassing the slowly moving Forsaken. Garret looked closely and noticed that there was one who was particularly brutal. "That's their second in command. We want him taught a lesson. One that he won't forget anytime soon."

Garret nodded to the man. "I can make that happen."


"Then we have a deal. Excellent." The way out of the group opened up and Garret slowly jogged forward while edging out, just as he had gotten in.


Garret began asking around about the lackey. Other than the lackey's tendency to pick on certain individuals, he was unable to find out much. Moving around the next day during lunch, he was approached by the man he was looking for. "I hear you've been asking questions." The man was speaking in a threatening tone. "A lot of people avoid you because you're with the old man. But you know what? I think you're just some chump hiding behind his back."


Garret simply continued eating, as if he wasn't paying any attention to the man's tone at all. The man grunted, and made a move towards Garret's food, as if he were about to flip the tray into his face.

Garret's past training, Tranquil Strike - C Tier Technique :

OOC: word count 932/1000
Waiting for approval on new technique.

Garret quietly performed a Tranquil Strike, his hand having just set the cup of water down on the stone table. The strike moved at an incredible speed as Garret's fist connected with the Manifest Lackey's chin before the lackey could tip Garret's food over.

The lackey fell backwards from the force of the blow, a heavy one at that, before standing back up and massaging his jaw. He looked a bit off balance to Garret's eyes, and Garret stood up shortly after. Some of the prisoners from nearby stood up as if to screen the fight from the guards, keeping it out from the open. These individuals stretched about and worked on making sure everything happened without an issue. Garret had sucker punched the man and now walked towards him. "This is a message from the Blue Mercs. Leave theirs alone, otherwise there is more coming to you."

He left the man there, and moved over to where the Blue Mercs were sitting in order to gather his payment.

OOC:
Word count 932+169=1101/1000
Magoi 230/250