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Contract Killers
Posted By: Havok<tactical_havok@hotmail.com>
Date: 6 October 2003, 3:34 AM
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I'm way too busy with college applications to continue with HBO as i have in the past. its a shame, but facts of life i guess. here are the parts of a story i was working on a while ago. make of it what you will
Contract Killers (Part I)
The Raven walked along a dimly lit alleyway in Old Washington. Leaves and bits of trash littered the ground, tire tracks and old blood stains. People seldom came to these dark alleys, and when they did, it was either to pick up drugs or settle a score.
Raven was here to settle a score. He slowly made his way along the darkest side of the street, pistols out and ready. Extra clips were strapped to a black combat belt, ready to reload his guns. A variation of the M6D modified by him personally. Extended clips, virtually impossible to jam, laser sight. They also had silencers threaded on for this occasion.
He had run into a jam on his last job. Quite a bad jam, at that. It seems his employer had turned on him. Well that was what went with the territory. He sighed. He liked Toby. It was too bad he was going to have to kill him.
As he neared the end of the alleyway, a man appeared, hands on something under his coat. Most likely a gun.
"Raven." The man said. It wasnt a question.
"Why, Toby?" asked Raven, voice gravelly and even, devoid of emotion. He knew what was coming.
"I had to do what I had to do. You were taking too much of the market, and I got an offer I couldn't refuse." The man=s hands came away from his coat, revealing a large automatic weapon.
"An offer you couldn't refuse. Well I guess that explains it." Raven stepped back against the wall. "How much?"
"They were offering two hundred thousand credits." The man smiled. "Enough to keep me happy for quite a while."
"I thought you were one of the few who could not be sold out." Raven said, letting a little desperation seep into his voice.
"Well, times change, kid. The Covenant are going to destroy this place sooner rather than later, and I want to go out with a bang." Toby chuckled.
"Times might change, but I never will, Toby." Raven said, grim determination in his voice.
"No, you wont Raven. Because I have to fulfill my contract. I'm sorry." And with that he raised his weapon.
Just then an engine roared to life at the other end of the alley. Toby turned to face this new sound, and when he did, Raven raised his pistols, quick as lightning, and two shots rang out. Toby cried out in pain and dropped his assault rifle, no longer able to hold it because of the holes in his hands.
He sank to the ground, fear on his face. "You wouldn't kill me would you, Raven?"
Raven, his face stoic and devoid of emotion, walked to where he lay on the ground. "You know I dont want to. I really dont. But you betrayed me. And you must pay."
The single shot was muffled in the dark alley, but it rang loud and clear inside Ravens mind.
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Raven strode back to the car at the end of the alley. He pushed the subcutaneous switch on his palm again, and the engine revved and the car door opened. He looked once more at his former employer, and got in the car, forever shutting this incident out of his mind.
The car was a highly modified relic of the late twentieth century. He had found it rusting at the city=s old impound. A 2001 Chevy Blazer. He had called in a favor and got it lifted out of the impound and flown to his base of operations. Once there he had spent over six months refitting the hell out of it.
The back of the vehicle was lined with gun racks, each holding a deadly weapon of some sort. Inset into the floor were ammo containers holding tens of thousands of rounds for each weapon. He would never be short of weapons while he has his trusty car. He has pulled the original seats out because they were all dry rotted and found some old Warthog seats that fit perfectly. He ripped out the old radio and glove box but left the CD player. In place of the glove box he put his TAC computer which downloaded all his email and job offers, as well as constantly updated maps of any area in the world.
In place of the old radio he put a mesh container to hold various things, namely his cigarettes. He had found hundreds of CDs over the years, and those were stacked in cases on the passenger side of the car. It was mostly heavy metal, and some of that new age crap people called techno. The former owner of this car had put in a hell of a sound system, and Raven was not going to let that go to waste.
And finally, grafted to almost every surface of the car was Titanium A battle plate he had salvaged from a downed UNSC ship. This car was damn near invincible, and that made Raven almost feel safe driving it.
Raven pulled out of the alleyway and slowly made his way downtown. He needed to fill up the gas tank and get some more cigarettes. As he pulled onto the main street, his TAC computer beeped. He glanced over to see the incoming message. It was an audio, so he turned the volume up.
"Hey Raven, whats up. If you are hearing this now, it means you got around to taking care of Toby. He told me about that contract, and I almost killed him on the spot. Only problem was he wasn=t actually in the room with me. He called me and told me he had to take care of you, and that he would be looking for another hit man soon. He offered me the job, and I told him that if he managed to take care of you, I would come back and kill him." he paused and Raven smiled, recognizing the voice of Sims, one of the only people he trusted with his life.
"Well I just got this contract from one of my people. Its a juicy one. I told them Id need another ops guy, since I usually work with a partner." A chuckle. "They told me to get whoever I needed. Well, I need you, and I know you always want the money. And this one is hot. So come on over and Ill give ya the specifics."
The audio cut out and the message was automatically deleted. Raven smiled as he pulled in to the gas station. He really did need another job, and he always enjoyed working with Sims. He would check this one out.
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