Under the cloak of night, the streets of Montreal Prime’s notorious high-crime district were awash in neon lights and shadows. Spacedawg and his crew, dressed as mercenaries to blend into the murky underworld, navigated the dimly lit alleys towards a bar rumored to be a frequent haunt of the elusive assassin known as La Boucherie.
Spacedawg’s hood was drawn low over his face, casting his features into shadow. The tension among the crew was palpable as they pushed open the heavy door of the bar. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the murmur of dubious dealings.
Ed led the way to the bar, his demeanor casual yet alert. He leaned towards the bartender, his voice low. “Heard this might be a good place to find some… contracts.”
The bartender, a wiry man with sharp eyes, gave a slight nod towards a booth at the back of the room. “You might wanna check with her,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly.
As they approached, two burly men blocked their path, their expressions hostile. “No further,” one grunted.
Spacedawg’s warning was calm but firm, “Step aside. You don’t want trouble.” When they didn’t budge, his actions spoke louder than words—within moments, both men were on the floor, knocked out cold.
The woman in the booth watched the scene unfold with an unnerving calm. As Ed and Spacedawg approached, she remained seated, her eyes assessing.
“La Boucherie?” Ed asked, his tone a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
Her reply was cool and measured. “Are you cops?”
Without missing a beat, Spacedawg placed his badge on the table. “You’re under arrest.”
At that moment, chaos erupted. Patrons reached for weapons, but J.J. Smith
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La Boucherie made a break for it, but Maelstrom
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As the dust settled, the bar was a scene of devastation—unconscious bodies and debris littered the floor. The bartender, furious and fearful, began to shout at the crew.
Spacedawg turned to him, his voice icy with authority. “Stand down, or you’re coming in for conspiracy to commit crimes.”
Just then, Inspector Lachapelle arrived with a backup team. They quickly secured the bar, arresting the remaining conscious patrons. La Boucherie, now in handcuffs, was escorted to a waiting vehicle.
Back at the station, they placed La Boucherie in a holding cell, preparing for a thorough interrogation. Spacedawg looked over his team, a slight nod conveying his approval.
“Good work, everyone. Let’s get some answers,” he said, the weight of their mission hanging in the air as they readied themselves to peel back the layers of secrecy surrounding the notorious assassin known only as La Boucherie.
