[Person you've been expecting walks into your office]

(Grin) (Strong gaze) (Hands behind back) Ah, come in, I've been expecting you for some time now.

[Person asks what you want]

(Grin) (Twinkle in your eye) I want to make you an offer.
Silas tells me that you don't mind getting your hands bloody, and that's just the type of person I'm looking for. Now I gotta ask: Is he right?

[Recruit comes to you]

Greetings, Bloodhand.

[Person asks how you got your name]

(Chuckles) I used to sing old tunes while I was taking care of contracts, so Bruiser and Wilkes started calling me Deathsong. The name fit, so I went with it.

[Recruit asks how you keep your organization free from legal troubles]

(Smirk) Bribes, Plain and simple. If you live long enough, you'll learn that wealth and power can persuade anyone. There are no exceptions.

[Person asks you what you need to do]

(Grin) It's simple. What I need you to do is to kill someone, and that will rarely change.

[Person agrees to work with you]

(Raspy laugh) Excellent! (Stare into their eyes) (You can see that they're the type of person you need.) You have that look. (Pause) The look that only people like me can notice. I'm glad I was right on my presumption.

We are known as The Deathsong Brotherhood, and I think you would fit nicely into our little family. 

[You get some information that you do not want to hear] [You're furious]

(Slams desk) Fucking hell! For fuck's sake, this is pissing me off. Goddamned rat bastard. (Deep Sigh) Did you manage to find anything we could use?

[Recruit lies to you about finishing a contrat] [You know they didn't, and you decide to scare them straight]

(Voice starting to rise) Really now? I guess that's why he was seen leaving town? (Pull recruit to your face) (Furious) (Intimidating) Lie to me again, and fuck up a job like this, you are *dead*. Got it? 

[Person proves to be a waste of your time and resources] [You're beyond furious]

(Furious) (Shouting) That's fucking it, I've had enough of your shit! It's time for you to go.

(Voice tones down a bit) (Pointing finger) (Pretty harsh breathing) I would suggest you watch your fucking back. You have not made any friends here, today.

Now get the hell out of my sight, punk.

[MONOLOGUE] [You find out a contact of your's is not cooperating] [you decide enough's enough and hit him where it hurts]

(Sigh) (mad) (Ready to bring out the big guns) Ah, I see. If he wants to play that game, then we'll fucking play. I thought he might pull something like this, so I had his children watched and followed.
The Sergeant has moved his children to his personal bunker. It's not far from Black Mountain. I suppose he thinks that we won't find them there.

The fat bastard must not realize we've been keeping tabs on him for the last 15 years.
Now, (Pause) I want you to go make good on our promise to Grainger. Kill his children and bring him their fucking heads.
Here, I had a copy of his key to the bunker made years ago. Take it, and go make this dumb fuck rue the day he fucking crossed us.