Summary:Bullseye gets a two for one; Job offer and an entrance exam. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Bullseye is in prison!
….again.
What did he do this time? Well, he murdered an entire foreign delegation attache with…and they are not kidding here, toothpicks. Where or how did he do this? He claims he's just naturally that gifted. But, this is the kind of person that they would tell Amanda Waller about.
Scariest Sister on the planet.
Benjamin Poindexter was tied to a chair, with a straightjacket. He couldn't exactly move, but he wasn't exactly trying either. Because these stiffs always try to get answers out of him. Psychological help, they call it. But he doesn't want it. He just likes the killshot.
So Bullseye waits…for whoever it is they're sending to speak with him this time.
The drive over was met with a quiet debriefing of words to the young woman next to her. A woman she assigned to this task specifically for the reason of the person in the file. A telekinetic. A very quick one but not all that powerful, not one likes the ones she has other dossiers on, which were stored .. well. Somewhere.
But the arrival to the jail was met with an upturned nose, hunkered shoulders and a quick walk through the hallways. Even if security alarms rang once she reaches a certain checkpoint it would all be bypassed with a glare and a show of the badge. The man who guards the door looks warily at the two women, who unlocks the current meeting room to open the door.
"Wait here." Amanda says to the young woman, who politely nods and leans against the wall, taking up her own guard.
The guard stares this woman down, who's a might small, but ultimately closes and locks the door behind Waller.
"Benjamin Poindexter." Amanda says, dropping her briefcase upon the table before she helps herself to a seat. She remained quiet as she slowly began to compose herself, the agonizing task of opening her briefcase.
Pulling out a pen.
Sliding the briefcase aside.
Withdrawing her reading glasses from her inner coat pocket.
Unbuttoning her jacket to sit more comfortably..
And retrieving a file folder with Benjamin's name on it which is as thick as her wrist.
Ben looks at Waller when she enters proper, the suitcase in her hand, the file she pulls out, the mannerisms in which she sits down. "…are you my nanny now? Many have tried, all have failed." Implying that all of his 'handlers' are probably dead via creative thrown objects.
He seems pretty proud of that folder size.
"So what do you want? You haven't shot me yet, so there's something you want. You have a file and not a notebook, so you don't want to interrogate me about something. And in case you missed it, my hands are a little tied right now, so your still alive."
He smiles and starts laughing. "Oh, this should be rich! So, I'll bite, what do you want?"
Amanda doesn't say a word. She wasn't even gathering her thoughts. She just looks over towards Benjamin through her glasses, her fingers lifting to tug them down to see him as he is. (Because he was blurry!) The readers sit expertly upon her nose, and with a quiet grunt, she slides the briefcase forward..
..to put the file folder directly in front of her.
To slowly open up a page.
To stare at the mugshot in comparison, even though he babbles on..
..and on..
All the while she remains quiet.
Finger tip was licked as a page was turned and fitted against the back of the opening of the folder, her brows lowering. It was clear she read something that she didn't agree with. Or was that agreement. With Waller, no one could really tell. And still, she remains silent.
Bullseye seems to frown when she doesn't respond. He looks towards one of the doors. "Oi! Gents! Could you kindly send me someone who isn't deaf? Kinda makes things a little boring! I promise I'll kill you faster!" He says in a sing-songy, casual kind of way that would leave most poeple disturbed.
He didn't know what was worse. the lack of talking or the SLOW turning of the pages.
"While I'm still alive, Lady."
Another slow turn of the page.
Amanda had already previously read his file, so this was all for a show. Quite possibly to irritate him more than anything else. To get him to react; until he doesn't.
But this man could be an integral part of the team, there was no sense in waking or stirring the beast any further than what he is now. "That's subjective." The comment to him being alive, that is.
"You don't need to threaten me. I know damn well that all it takes is a broken tooth to be pried from your mouth and spat at me to end my life right here and now. So lets cut the theatrics, shall we?" She looks around. "You ain't scaring me, I've seen worse."
The glasses were pulled off and sat atop of the folder, fingers soon to follow which were laced. "And for the record, yes. I'm your goddamned nanny -IF- you want a job."
"And something that could quickly change." Bullseye adds onto her subjectivity comment. "But, well, you still have something to say, so lets hear it."
Oh! she knows about him! "You DO know about me. Thats nice to hear. I was more thinking with a fingernail, but a tooth works too. Maybe one of the canines."
He's just having fun here. Though when she claims to have seen worse, he smirks. "Few worse than me, Sunshine. But…" Oh, she has an offer! "I do like a good job. Am I getting paid? or is my payment being currently allowed to be alive?"
Amanda doesn't smile. But she did appreciate the mans boldness and banter.
"Payment and allowance to live entirely depends upon this meeting, right here. Right now."
"Currently, outside of the door is a young woman. She's quick. Her own aim is rival to yours." Amanda lies. "However, one word from me and she'll take your head from your body and leave you blinking on the floor. I do not care for your gravitas, or your banter, or your reluctance to answer. You want to walk out of this door within the next five minutes you'll answer every single little question I put forth. And I can tell when you're lying."
Another lie.
"Let's begin."
Benhamin BUSTS up laughing. "Rival to mine?!" He laughs harder, almost weazing. "Oh, god, sorry…sorry, I just….HAH!" he knows how good he is. "Okay, okay, okay…sorry." he clears his throat and he takes a breath. "Not like I could stop her anyhow. Hands. Tied." he tries to show that his arms are currently stuck by wiggling a bit. Though if his track record is anything to go off of?
If he really wanted to leave, he would've done it by now. Or at least tried to.
"Well…not like I have many options. Shoot. But try to be a quicker draw than me." another little joke.
Amanda wasn't laughing.
While the girl on the other side of the door was there to protect Amanda by coating her in a shield-wall, she was -very- sure that the girl was definitely beneath Bullseye. But there was nothing like a bluff!
"And I said, you don't need your hands." Amanda retorts.
"You killed an entire foreign power with toothpicks. Fact or False. Why."
"You willingly murdered the batter of the last game you played. Fact or False. Why."
The questions were, as he preferred, quick, percise, clean. And the list goes.
Benjamin knew that was an outright lie that a girl like that wouldn't just be a detail. If she was better than him…or at least knew what she was dealing with, she'd have a sniper rifle in her hands. Not that it would help her much against someone like Bullseye, but hey.
Maybe she could beat him in hand to hand. Who knows. Regardless, he takes a breath as she asks him her questions.
For the foreigners.
"Fact. It was fun, really. I was hired. Source anonymous. They paid well to not ask questions." then she asks him about something from his younger days.
"Fact. Got bored." Yes, that last one was just flat out murder.
"Next?"
Amanda regards the line of questioning which was quick. In fact, she didn't need any more after that.
"Details of the job. You'll go on missions under my command. You may or may not come back. I don't care one bit. You'll be under the direction of my voice in the field, you try anything such as walk away, consider yourself incognito, or just annoy me, you'll be dead before you say mothers milk."
She states, "Much like what you've been jailed for, you'll be call upon to either collect or neutralize threats. Neutralize being the primary modus opperandi. There will be times when you operate on your home soil, or times where you're sent overseas. You will not be taking to task the assassination of regular beings, such as the previous delegation unless it calls for it. You will be, however, taking on most of those who threaten the worlds way of life, super powered, mutant, sapien superior. You will also attempt to gather intel on those who are here, and quite possibly have a chance to create a kill list."
She leans back. "Understood?"
Benjamin looks at Amanda as she gives him the spiel for a moment. he looks to be almost…amused at the thought. But, she had him when she said that his primary job would be the neutralization of high-priority targets. With the government backing you…well, she just gave him a liscense to kill.
"Well…thats a hard bargain. I do like kill lists."
Eventually, he takes a deep breath, and he nods lightly. "Alright, alright. You have yourself a deal." of course, that doesn't mean that he won't try and get away anyway just to see if he could do it. But who knows? "I'd shake your hand, but uh…"
Not like she wants to shake his hand anyway.
"Eh." Amanda says, as her way of accepting his offer to her offer. She stands from her chair, knocking on the door so that the guard could open the door. As he fusses with the keys, she moves back towards the table, the pulls out a picture.
It was a picture of the warden of the prison, seen with a shadowy character in an obvious less than savory predicament. More pictures are tossed towards Benjamin; the same picture of the Warden, first of him at a table with a very dangerous and highly untouchable (for now) Somali national. Then a picture of him with a few hookers and a table of blow, having the time of his life. Then another picture of him shaking hands with another shadowy character, picture of that character obscure.
Amanda really didn't need to tell him what to do.
"Job starts in twenty."
Twenty minutes for Amanda to reach the checkpoint. Twenty minutes for the prison itself to become locked down after the murder of the Warden. And how ever long for Benjamin to escape..? Who knows!
"I'll call you in a week."
Looks like Bullseye just got hired!
Though he looks at the pictures being thrown in front of him, and he looks almost impressed how the Warden got away with this so easily. Well, Benjamin did LOVE killing corrupt government officials. Even ones as low as Prison Wardens. But, nonetheless, he grins.
"Can't wait."
Because thats way longer than Bullseye would ever need. But when she claims she'll call him in a week, he winks. "I'll keep my phone handy."
But now he's taking a deep breath. He'd of course, wait for his boss to leave.