Character Name: Hampton Keller
Alignment: Evil
Bio: A respected member of the DeSanto Family. Hampton works primarily in coercion and information gathering, but also isn't afraid of more violent jobs. Before joining the Family at age 28, Hampton served as a medic in the US army. Before that, he spent several years between jail and forced rehab. He's trained in CQC, manipulation, and medicine, but often finds himself relying on his own brute strength.
Hampton is charismatic and vain, but lacks a decent sense of perception. While not dumb by any means, he's often tricked by those more intelligent than him. His strongest assets are his connections and ability to pry information from others.
Hampton's Story -- Day One in Las VegasHampton walks into the meeting room, wearing a grey business suit and tinted sunglasses, and puts down a large briefcase next to the doorframe. He has a broad smile on his face as he walks forward and greets the nine men there. One of them, a young Native American in a much more expensive suit, steps forward and shakes Hampton's hand.
"Glad to finally meet ya," he says.
"As well, Nicholas," Hampton replies. "You have quite the organization out here."
Nicholas nods and both of them sit down on a silk couch. It's right in front of a large bay window that overlooks the massive city, which disturbs Hampton a bit. Heights had never been his thing.
"But I don't know what you're doing here," Nicholas says. "I don't have any business with DeSanto. He doesn't even have a presence in Nevada."
"He doesn't want territory," Hampton says, the serene smile still on his face. "He wants allies. There's a war coming, and we need all the help we can get. You know that our Family is a wealthy one, and we treat our friends well."
Nicholas tilts his head. "I don't like smart talk. Be straight with me. What can I expect in return?"
Hampton puts his hand on Nicholas' shoulder. "Whatever you want. The limit of the Family's influence is nearly nonexistent. Name a favor, and we'll make it happen."
Nicholas smiles and nods slowly. "All right, then. You have a deal. The Wa-shae Clan will be there when you need us." He stands up and puts his hand to his chest, and the other eight men follow suit.
Hampton also stands up and bows to Nicholas slightly, then speaks to him. "I figured you'd say yes, so I brought this with me." He walks back to the doorframe and picks up the briefcase. He then returns to Nicholas and opens it, revealing a large amount of silver bars.
"These are hot pieces of silver," Hampton says. "We need a place to store them until the theft blows over in a few days, and we'd like that place to be this very office. Consider it a test of your loyalty to the Family."
Nicholas nods tentatively. "If that's what's required to show our dedication, then we'll accept." He picks up the briefcase and sets it down in front of couch. "Is there anything else you require?"
"Not at all," Hampton says with a smile. "I'm just so glad that I finally got to come out here and see you. I've heard rumors about your clan's dominance of the area. It's admirable."
Nicholas gives a small smile. "You flatter me, Mr. Keller. I'm glad to be working together."
Hampton shakes Nicholas' hand again and waves goodbye as he exits the office. He takes the elevator to the ground floor and exists the Lazarus Building. He walks across the parking lot, toward a white El Camino in the corner of the lot. The busy city blares and moves around him.
Hampton reaches his car and stops before he enters it. He looks up at the 16th floor of the building, Nicholas' office. His face bare of expression, Hampton pulls out a small remote with a 9 number keypad. He enters "883" into the keypad, and two beeps sound from the device. Hampton then enters his car and drives onto the interstate, back toward Arizona. He turns on his car's CD player immedietly, missing an urgent news story about an alien collective making contact with Earth. The soft sounds of Air Supply fill the El Camino as Hampton pulls out a flip phone and makes a call.
"It's done. You can move in with the muscle any time you want."
Hampton ends the call and snaps the phone in half. Then he wipes it down and throws it into the Nevada night.
Two minutes later, a giant explosion erupts from the 16th floor of the Lazarus Building. Police arrive at the scene in four minutes, finding eleven dead bodies. None in the office survived, and the lives of two late shift janitors were also taken.
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