A normal night

"I want this: Him dead. When I say, "dead," I mean seriously dead. Beaten, broken. His head mounted-on-my-wall kind of dead!" , an old man speaks in a New York Accent, rubbing his temples. The conversation takes place in a luxurious office with grand furniture and a huge walled window.

"I am sorry to disappoint you sir.", a busty brunette formally speaks calmly to the enraged man, holding a tablet in one hand and adjusting her glasses with the other, "We are taking further precautions at every transaction but all our...your men...it would seem they are no longer coming back with broken bones and bullet wounds. They're not coming back at all. Now he just seems to be killing them."

Calming down, the man strangely goes up to one of his bodyguards and straightens the man's tie, seeming to use that as a stress relief.

"So what, we have another SH, one that doesn't mind the blood?", the old man asks, "What about the guns?"

The atmosphere becomes colder as the man waits for a response.

"The guns weren't stolen or even touched since they were loaded into the trucks...but he blew up the trucks...and the drivers...", the busty brunette responded.

The old man's rage returns and the man finds more stress relief by punching to **** the man whose tie he kindly straightened.

"Arrrhg....rrrr.... rrrrr", he breathes heavily while blood dripped from his knuckles, " It's time he learns that this is a contact sport. Get me the best! The worst! Guns, knives, bombs, guys with electrical powers or other shit like that! The more fucked up the better! Money is not an issue!"

" I figured.", the women replies, writing everything down.

The phone rings and the man answers with a yell of, "Who is it?!"

A voice speaks back, obviously obscured by a voice changer. "Oh and there you ruin it. And with all the nice things you were saying about me. You know what, please give the phone to that cute secretary of yours. I prefer a more gentle voice.", the voice says casually, "Oh, and before you think of doing anything stupid, I'll just say I've got a good view of you from here through a scope attatched to very large gun I doubt you'd even remember the name of. Now...lets talk about a business venture. "