(Note : L'employeur de Donny sera la première personne à répondre à ce poste)
Les bibliothèques publiques sont l'une des rares institutions pures qui restent. Ils sont un bien absolu, fournissant des informations gratuites et facilement accessibles aux personnes de tous les horizons. Une bibliothèque est un lieu d'illumination et de paix, un véritable terrain neutre. Quand a été la dernière fois, en toute honnêteté, tu as entendu parler de quelqu'un qui a tiré sur une bibliothèque publique? Les gens tirent sur les églises. Les gens tirent sur les écoles. Non, ne le faites pas sur Google. Cherchez votre propre réservoir mental actuel. Si vous avez Google "coups de bibliothèque", vous aurez ce que vous avez demandé. S'il y a un acte méprisable, vous pouvez parier votre dernier dollar qu'il a été fait beaucoup, plusieurs fois tout au long de l'histoire. Juste, pas tant de fois concernant les bibliothèques.
Mais quand même, avez-vous déjà entendu parler de quelqu'un tuer dans une bibliothèque? Oui? Dommage que tu sois un débutant spécial, fais comme si tu ne l'avais pas fait. Tu gâches cette intro, enfoiré.
En tout cas, les gens devraient respecter les bibliothèques. C'est pourquoi la réunion avec "First-Degree" a eu lieu en une seule.
* 18 heures *
*Un homme entre dans la bibliothèque. Cela s'est produit plusieurs fois aujourd'hui sous les yeux arrières du flic de la bibliothèque en surpoids. Tu connais les flics de la bibliothèque. Ils s'assoient à ce petit bureau à côté de la porte, donnant à tout le monde l'œil mauvais comme si c'était un aéroport et chaque patron avait une bombe sale sous leur turban. Cette fois, c'était différent. Le flic a failli s'accrocher, les muscles se resserrent, la sueur fraîche vitrée l'arrière de son cou. Il y a une chose drôle que les gens disent sur les tueurs en série. Ils nous ressemblent. C'est vrai. Vous pourriez penser qu'un tueur peut avoir une lueur particulière dans leurs yeux, ou une sorte d'expression ou de quirk qui met le loup à l'écart des moutons. Il n'y a rien de tel. Mais il y a l'instinct animal. Un serpent aux reflets de couleurs vives est en danger. Les araignées évoquent la répulsion en un coup d'œil. De grands crocs et des yeux jaunes font ressortir nos peurs primitives, qui nous ont aidés à rester en vie dans moins de temps civils. Parfois, vous pouvez voir ou rencontrer quelqu'un qui vous démange de la mauvaise façon. Le flic de la bibliothèque avait déjà rencontré quelques gens de ce genre, quand il avait été plus jeune. Tous les flics ne commencent pas à travailler dans une bibliothèque. Beaucoup d'entre eux ne sont que les équivalents du gouvernement de Wal-Mart salutaires, des gens semi-retraités qui ne peuvent plus suivre le travail sérieux à temps plein qu'ils avaient auparavant occupé.
Il a pris un moment pour tailler le nouveau venu une fois de plus. Rien de mal avec le sourire endormi. Les yeux n'avaient pas de meurtre en eux, mais une sorte de tranquillité. Ses cheveux de gingembre brillants ont été léchés en arrière, mais des brins secs ont été cuits à la nuque de son cou comme tant de lèches de feu. Le patron n'était pas grand, il n'était pas musclé. Il n'avait même pas l'air d'avoir une bonne forme. Il marcha dans une lunette, les épaules légèrement teintées, la main droite cousue dans la poche profonde de son manteau noir. On dirait un yuppie de New York qui pourrait fumer de l'herbe de temps en temps, avec même des gants noirs, une cravate en or et tout. Les cheveux sur les avant-bras du flic de la bibliothèque étaient au bout. Alors qu'il regardait cette chose s'approcher de lui et dans la partie de lecture tranquille avec les grandes chaises confortables, le flic pensait aux spectacles sur Animal Planet que sa petite-fille regardait tout le temps. Pouvez-vous appeler la position d'un lion croupissant ou d'un serpent enroulé un slouch paresseux? Quand un lézard mange un bug, son expression change-t-elle ou importe-t-elle? Le flic a décidé de ne pas s'attarder trop longtemps à de telles pensées. Il était trop vieux pour ça, et n'était qu'une petite note de salaire au-dessus de la position souvent moquée de flic du centre commercial. Mieux vaut ne pas remuer la merde quand c'est réglé.*
Donny s'est arrêté devant la personne qu'il cherchait. Il s'exhala dans le nez avec satisfaction. Quand il a parlé, c'était comme une croix entre Gump Forest et Jud Crandall. D'où qu'il soit, cet homme n'était pas né en ville. Ses "r" étaient "ah", et il n'y avait pas de "ing", seulement "in".
"Oh, ayuh. J'avais peur qu'un dite me manque. Un peu tard, en essayant de ne pas les suivre. Ça n'a pas de sens d'être awl spleeny ovah il naow cependant. Les''ve une conversation abaowt affaires, frahnd."
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"Oh, hé. J'avais un peu peur que tu m'aies manqué. J'étais un peu en retard et tout ça, en essayant de suivre ces mauvaises directions. Il n'y a pas de raison d'en parler maintenant. Parlons affaires, mon ami."
Name: Donovan Booth
Alias: "First-Degree" Donny
Age: 36
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165 pounds
Specialty: Hidden Weapons

Appearance: A slight but sturdy man with scarce eyebrows, a baby-face, sunken green eyes, a porn stache, and sprayed back ginger hair. He almost always sports a languid grin and frequently wears black pants and dress shoes with suspenders and black gloves, in addition to a dark trench coat or overcoat. He's a big fan of ties and speaks with a nasally Downeast accent.

Weapons and Equipment-
-The weight of his combined personal gear is around thirty-five pounds, discounting the clothes and satchel. His suspenders help distribute and relieve the weight of his equipment.
-Customised Model M513 Raging Judge Magnum revolver with a titanium firing cylinder and a Mernickle quick draw holster worn on the thigh. The rifling of the barrel, the cylinder tapering, and the frame are modified in a manner reminiscent of the Smith & Wesson Model 460XVR, to accommodate high speed .460 Magnum rounds. Put simply, the most powerful six round revolver on the planet. Donny carries three .45 Colt 325 grain Buffalo Bore moon clips, three .454 Casull XTP Hornady clips, three .454 Hornady jacketed hollow point clips, and three .460 Magnum 200 grain DPX Cor-Bon clips. His suspender straps are stocked with six of each individual bullet type. The hammer of the Magnum is modified to allow for fanning as a faster alternative to the double-action function.
-Unfiltered Camel soft pack cigarettes.
-Zippo lighter.
-A roll of quarters.
-Fake police inspector badge.
-A flask of purified lamp oil.
-Digital recorder preset with several two-hour tracks, including pained sounds, occasional coughing and snorting, casual and serious phone conversations, a muffled voice, muffled whimpering, and whistling.
-A custom high powered 28,000,000 volt, 10 milliamp Runt stun gun holstered at his left side.
-Belt buckle knife.
-Set of steel cord handcuffs secured to the front of his belt and two spare keys. One key is stitched into his overcoat on the right side and the other is stitched into his left pants pocket.
-Trench coat with holes in the pockets and razorblades stitched into the collar. His shirt has razors in the collar as well.
-A black hearse fitted with bullet-proof black windows, tires and paneling, an electric 300 horsepower induction motor, and xenon flood lights. Goes from 0-60 in 2.7 seconds, makes very little noise compared to gas engine vehicles, and accelerates backwards as fast as it can go forwards.
-A modified X800 ShadowHawk flashlight secured to his belt on the left side. It has a custom tactical rail attached, and can be connected to the top of the Magnum's barrel or to the MP5.
-A gas compression ballistic knife with a snap button sheath secured vertically to his right suspender, with the hilt pointing downwards. Has an effective range of 6 meters and travels at 42 mph.
-Silenced QBZ-95-1 machine gun with two 60-round magazines, utilizing hollow points. This is kept in his car.
-Five pull-pin grenades with welded on rings (for ring clips) and optional tripwires, typically stored on the belt. One MK3 concussion grenade, two M67 fragmentation grenades, one M18 smoke grenade, and one M-14 napalm grenade.
-Six inch switchblade in his pocket. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.
-A white handkerchief and a one ounce aerosol bottle of cyanide, disguised as nose spray.
-Customized retractable high-density golf club made just for braining folks holstered at his belt. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.
-Twenty-five foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring. It's almost invisible to the naked eye, as light as a spider's web, sharp enough to cut through bone with effort, and can withstand up to 2,300 pounds of tension without breaking. Donny can control how much is extracted and retracted with the interface of his watch. He can also remove the wire spool from the watch at a moment's notice.
-Spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out when a switch on the instep is triggered. The soles of his shoes are padded with rubber to muffle his steps.
-Pair of insulated quarter-pound S.A.P black combat gloves weighted with lead. They are fashioned from a high density polymer that can resist being cut by the garrote wire.
-A heavy duty bullet proof vest that can stop even the largest of slugs.
-Can of FOX military grade pepper spray holstered at his belt.
-Portable six inch shaving mirror on his belt.












Personality: Donny is best described as an unfettered man. He does what he wants, when he wants, only to further his own goals. He is entirely unchained by morality or the legal system, which he holds in contempt. He follows orders only because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is kill. Killing is who he is, short and simple. As long as there is violence in the distance he will allow others to give him direction, for a price.
He's outrageously crafty and as mean as an Arizona rattler, albeit with a nigh unbreechable calmness some would call detachment, though on an emotional level he's wholly into his job. He merely has an excellent poker face and never allows himself into a situation that he hasn't complete control over. He's an adrenaline junkie that gets his fix any way he can, primarily by way of murder, but also by driving like a complete maniac, playing games with law enforcement, and committing acts of terrorism. He's socially passable by modern standards, but has no qualms about being a public nuisance. He's quite skilled at being annoying, and uses it as a tool to pick fights. He enjoys smoking, but only does so before and after a kill.
He likes taking first-class rides at the airport, drinking black coffee, making faces at children, and visiting strip clubs.

Background: When a young Donny was first asked himself what he wanted to be when he grew up, he found that he could answer the question immediately. He didn't think he was going to be a killer, he knew it as a fact. He was born to be bad, and bad to the bone at that. He had a typical psychopath's childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a U.S Marine, his mother a sickly stay at home wife, and his uncle a pedophile. Not that his uncle made a difference, for Donny had made up his mind to be a killer long before being abused. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than saintly activities. Teachers were astounded at his strange combination of emotional maturity and blatant lack of morals. He quickly learned how to make them think he was a swell kid. In his youth he won several national marksman championships, a regular Annie Oakley. As soon as he was old enough, he joined the military. He was good at what he did, to say the least. He became a Green Beret and served Special Forces in Pakistan and Egypt. He was given a dishonorable discharge for endangerment of human life, various human rights violations, and countless civil misdemeanors. After his discharge, he settled into this fine city.
There he found quick work as a crime syndicate hit man that dispatched anyone who filched on their gambling debts, seizing their assets for himself along with 20-40% of however much money they owed to his employers, plus expenses. Obviously his reputation decreased business, but it was a simple matter for the higher ups to conceal his involvement in many of the deaths. The consistency of his work easily made up for any gamblers he slew or scared away by proxy. Whenever he wasn't capping filchers he worked as a freelance goon, taking care of any dirty deeds that came his way.

Other: Donny looks like a geeky dad, the kind of embarrassing adult that could be found doing jumping jacks in neon dolphin shorts down at the local YMCA. This is a strength. Hardly anyone ever suspects just how obscenely dangerous he really is. As a former Green Beret, he diligently trains to stay in peak condition and is a grandmaster of unconventional warfare, as well as an expert on improvised, civilian, and military weaponry. He's a world class gunslinger with a level of manual dexterity and slight of hand most often attributed to master street magicians. Donny's extremely deceptive, excelling in both acting and psychological warfare. He prides himself on having an implement of murder for every occasion, and is infamous for a level of preparation that perhaps exceeds paranoia.
But...
Even old "First-Degree" has his weak points. Many of his tactics rely on the target's morality, and it's possible for Donny to misjudge someone's demeanor. For example, if he resorts to using hostages, a target that doesn't care about human life might be able to simply shoot Donny through the hostage. On the flip side, Donny might count on someone being too frightened to risk their life for another, only to be taken off guard when they totally do. He's tricky, but not a psychic. When push comes to shove, even a jackal can be outsmarted.
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