Nightshade

Shavronne - contingency

Shavronne looked through the printouts of the murder forum his people had found online. Luka's performance, and theories that he was the same victim their fan favorite Nathan had nearly gotten killed over, was all over the disgusting site. He was combing through them with Cody and a couple other assistants, when he froze. 'Trashman328: don't worry guys, I'll get him back!' 'Gutmuncher11: sure ya will nate.' 'Trashman328: no fr, I've got a plan. #trusttheprocess' Shavronne cursed and his phone buzzed, a picture of Luka, uriel, and... was that that guy he was talking to back when they first met? He shook his head and sent a thumbs up emoji back, then called his chief of security. One ring, two rings... it went to voice mail. Shavronne immediately thumbed in luka's number, calling him. His hands shook. He prayed it was just something like his staff were having a little stupid party... Luka picked up on the second ring, giggling. "Heyyy, what's going on?" "Na-" immediately, he heard Luka shushing his friends. "Nathan's here?" "I don't know, but I'm getting you out of there, Libelle." Luka took a shaky breath "yeah. I'll get us back to security." He thanked Luka, then gestured for Cody and his two assistants to follow him. There wasn't a second to lose. He hung up after saying goodbye to Luka and shoved the papers into Cody's hand, tapping the messages of interest, and walked quickly to the room he'd had converted into an armory. He grabbed a few knives, a bag of silver powder, and a gun with silver bullets. This ended tonight.

In the car, he tapped his foot nervously, him and his staff were decked out in tac gear, they were briefing him on the venue, on the layout and the possible chokepoints, etcetera etcetera. Finally, he was handed a phone from his assistant to his right, a woman named Frey. She gestured that it was his chief of security at the event. "Hello? Why didn't you answer earlier?" He eyed the nav system on the car, showing they were ten minutes out. "I apologize sir, I let Riggs take over for an hour and was... indisposed." He bit back his urge to shout. He didn't get emotional often, but he'd be dammed if he'd lose Luka again. Not after he had made so much progress, after he had fought every day to move forward. "Look. I don't care what you were doing anymore, we will discuss that later. Nathan may be on the scene, and he'll likely have accomplices. Spread out, and send a team with hera and Richie directly to Luka and his two companions. I'm sending you an image of the two you should expect to be with him." He hung up, not waiting for a confirmation. He knew his people knew how to handle this, even without his express words of instruction. As he got there, two of his men opened his doors and began talking. "We have eyes on Luka and his companions sir, but we're having trouble getting to them. They're surrounded by a lot of people. Somehow, word got out about him being the opening act." Scheiß dreck. He checked his weapons and shoved them back into their holsters and scabbards. "Let's not waste any more time, let's get going. As they approached, he ran into Hera and Richie with their security team, and they quickly caught each other up, before Shavronne began shoving people out of the way with the help of his men. Hera weaved a Spell to make the people around more suggestable, and then Richie shouted "hey guys, over there! I see them getting out over there!" The crowd instantly began to turn, looking amongst themselves for the small man. The smaller group all pressed forward, finally breaking through, to where Luka and his companions were. Luka was signing autographs, trying to get away, his attention mostly out on the crowd. Shavronne waved him over, and they met in an embrace. He felt Luka shaking. He took his hand and kissed it "you're safe my love. Let's get out of here." Shavronne had the others make a formation around them, and they began to make their way out, when a scream erupted from somewhere behind them. Shavronnes heart hammered, and with the hand not in luka's, he freed his gun, firing off a round in the air. It was a big risk, telling everyone exactly where they were, but it would also clear the crowd. As the crowd cleared, a green haired man stood behind them, a short distance away. His face lit up when he saw Luka, and Shavronne leveled the gun to the man's chest and fired off several rounds, sending him rolling backwards. Luka began to run with the group, holding his hand tight. He wanted to go with them but... "you go! We'll be right on your tail!" He gestured for two of the group to stick on him, and he ran to the downed green haired Figure. It wasn't Nathan. Shavronne looked around, and with horror, he realized there was a growing crowd, all with green Hair. Someone shouted something, and they were charged. Shavronne grunted as a man punched him, and he spun with the punch, grabbing his arm and throwing him over his body like a Sack of potatoes. As he rose, he tore off his eyepatch and watched the crowd, him and his men quickly being overran. It was impossible to tell at this point where or even if Nathan was here. He put away his gun and screamed for his staff to follow as he flat out ran. This was a trap, and was about to be a rout. He headed out of the crowd, chasing after luka's group, who was nearly to the bus they'd booked for the performance, and he made for the bus as well. The people behind him were riling up the crowd into a riot. They got into the bus and locked up behind them, just in time. They immediately gunned it, getting out of there as quick as possible. Things... could've gone better.