"Ozzy..."
BAM!
"Ozzy..."
BAM!
Ozzy fell flat on his ass for the tenth time. He looked up at his business associate. Adem Different had met up with Vanguard's boxer outside the building. The two had made their way to the penthouse where the murder took place. However, in a lapse of reason, no one had discovered how to get into the crime scene. The door was locked.
Which is why Mr. Baxter was busting his rear trying to open the mahogany door. He rammed into the wood, trying to break the lock. Every attempt ended the same way -- him looking up at the ceiling. "We could just wait for Gaunt..."
BAM!
"Shadow-dude is taking his sweet ass time getting here." Ozzy had an idea. He backed to the edge of the wall opposite of the door. "Here we go..." Ozzy charged at his target...
...which then opened easily. Ozzy skidded past the open door, tripped on a rug, and fell face-forward into the expensive hardwood floor. Adem followed, walking slowing into the penthouse. He turned to his other associate, Edmund Gaunt. "How long have you been standing there?"
Gaunt looked at Ozzy. The boxer groaned, got off the floor, and shot Gaunt a nasty look. Gaunt smirked faintly. "About five minutes before you both arrived here."
"Fuck. You."
Adem stepped forward. "Alright, alright. Let's take a look to see what we can find..."
