The tranquility of JFK airport would seem ominous to most people. Yet Milo, oblivious to the current events of the city, recited a rhythmic tune as he strolled through the facility with suitcase in hand. He'd just recently touched down after executing an assassination in Los Angeles and was here to retrieve his payment. The hard soles of his combat boot clacked with each step as he made his way past the conveyor belt where people retrieved their luggage. It was still moving, although the area seem deserted. Another ominous detail that Milo was ignorant of.
Rounding the corner a squad of heavily armored indivduals were their to greet Tranquil. He stopped a good distance away from them, standing tall at a height of 6'6" dressed in his black cortosis weaved suit. Two katanas crossed on his back, twin five sevens holstered at his hips, attached to a utility belt of the same ebony color as the rest of his wardrobe. A bandoleer lined with grenades ran across his broad chest, combining to create a threatening figure. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." Said the foremost assailant, bringing his firearm up to bear. The others followed, seven red dots trained on Milo's black visor.
Tranquil gently placed his suitcase down, refitted his gauntlets and stared blankly at the soldiers. "Go home." His raspy voice was slightly menacing as he spoke but his posture was relaxed. The head of the group made the motion to squeeze the trigger yet before that motion was completed the five bodies surrounding him gushed blood and collapsed without warning. He inevitably met the same fate as his comrades, bleeding beside them as Tranquil strode through the revolving doors.
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