Confiscate their financial fixer.

Vladmir O'Reilley.

This guy was simultaneously a pillar to Isaac's little criminal ambitions as much as Shaw was. However, unlike Shaw, I was feeling less brutal with him. After all, Shaw actually did beat me alongside the others. Vladdy-boy never beat me himself. He didn't need to.

So while I was fucking pissed with him for his part in my murder and years-long coma, I decided to take an artistic stroke in his demise. Taking some of the failed chemical compounds from my and Evelyn's attempts to create a perfected biochemical enhancer without the side effects of genital shrinkage, I waltz through his private building, having hacked through its security to access the secret escape route all rich buildings like this one exploit to enter it unnoticed. Escape routes that don't have security cameras to avoid being found in the event their cyber-security is ever compromised.

Walking right up to the hidden entrance to his penthouse suite, I check his entrance and exit logs. He's home. And apparently, he's smoking a blunt to try and stone the fuck out as a method to calm himself down.

Heheheh, oh, he's going to love this treatment. Note the dry sarcasm.

Silently utilizing my ninja training of Genin level stealth techniques, I proceed to make my way behind the guy. Vladmir is so stoned out of his gourd that even if I didn't sneak using shinobi stealth techniques, he still probably wouldn't hear me if I stomped right up behind him. Dude was just that out of it.

Reaching up around his neck, I proceed to grab his mouth as he drops his blunt and stuck a syringe straight into his neck, right into the jugular. His stoned mind resists weakly, alongside his body, before the biochemical cocktail begins to really fuck with him. Not a good time to be stoned, if you asked me.

After he slows down, his body begins to mutate as parts of his body grow while others shrink. Some flesh warps while others simply rot visibly. Some parts seem to glow healthily while others become diseased. This particular biochemical cocktail combined several failed recipes that were useless for what I intended them for, but were perfect for torturing a drug-dealing piece of shit like Vladdy-boy.

This particular concoction was a combination of an attempt to enhance the body while debilitating it as well. It was a very nasty one. Especially, since his body started to grow bloody pustules filled with oozing, nasty puss that burst open in a minor spray of biochemical-induced gore. Since Vladdy-boy likes doing the drugs so much, to the point of giving his friends some, I decided to give him a death that should serve as a cautionary tale for any who would wish to do so.

I watched his body continue to warp, twist, rot, and heal, as a low moan broke out from within his throat and out of his lips. What made this particular concoction so nasty?

His mind is fully aware of what's happening to his body. And he's feeling every single bit of it. Without being able to pass out. A side effect of that blunt he was smoking to calm himself down messing with his biochemistry on top of that biochemical compound.

It took a full two hours before the shifting finally ceased. And in Vladmir's place was a vegetative biohazard which was barely even still classifiable as 'alive'. removing some of his blood, I then proceeded to paint onto the wall next to his ruined mass of a body the next message I wanted to leave behind.

'Six Months.'

Now, onto the next target.

(A/N: A bit shorter, but I don't think you all want me to write the sheer psychological body horror in full detail just what went through Vladmir's mind as it slowly and painfully was warped and destroyed until all higher brain function ceased to exist. And for those who guess, this is also a bit of a hint as to what the first world jump is going to be.)