The Assassin: An Add-On Story

[CJF]

[SHADOW=yellow]PLOT:[/SHADOW] In the year 1999, a small group consisting of four agents went looking for a man wanted for over seventeen murders. They found him and, while attempting to arest him, he killed three of the men. The fourth managed to escape, but the assassin was still on the loose.
Now, ten years later, he's still loose. However, agents around the world are hunting him down, and are ready to strike when they find him.

[SHADOW=red]RULES:[/SHADOW]
1. No cussing
2. Limited gore
3. Romance is allowed
4. No killing another persons character, unless they say you can
5. No sex
6. Have fun.

NAME: Antonio, goes by Anton
REAL NAME: ?
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION: Short, curly black hair, tanned skin, deep brown eyes, Spanish accent
WEAPONS: Silent riffle, silent pistol, two knives
AFFILIATION: Assassin, wanted for various murders
PERSONALITY: Determined. Never gives up. When he puts his mind to something, there is no stopping him and he'll kill anyone who stands in his way...anyone.

NAME: Daniel, goes by Danny
REAL NAME: Kevin
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION: Short, curly, light-brown hair with natural blonde highlights, light skin, captivating green eyes, Australian accent
WEAPONS: Two knives and two silent pistols
AFFILIATION: Agent, on the hunt for Antonio
PERSONALITY: Not mean, but unfriendly. He's haunted by the past, when three of his friends and fellow agents were shot right in front of him, and he ran. Because of that event, he doesn't get close to anyone... anyone.

NAME: The name she uses most frequently is Josaphine, goes by Josie
REAL NAME: Jessica
AGE: 23
GENDER: Female
DESCRIPTION: Short, straight, red hair, light skin, electrifying green eyes, German accent
WEAPONS: None
AFFILIATION: Computer whizz
PERSONALITY: She has seven of them, along with seven identities. She's not friendly to anyone...anyone.

 

[CJF]

Antonio stepped off of the bus, and into the city of Chicago Illinios. He walked around, and finally spotted the apartment building. He bought a room, and walked up three flights of stairs to his room. He opened the door, dropped his bags in the middle of the room, and layed on the bed. A moment later he stood up and walked onto his small balcony that over looked the city. He smiled, walked back into the room and began unpacking his things.

Josaphine walked out onto her small balcony, and looked to her left. Three rooms down, a guy she'd never seen before walked back into his room. Josie smiled. He'll be leaving in about three days. This place is, after all, a dump. she thought to herself.

Daniel watched as Antonio walked back into his room. Found you. After ten years, I'll finally be able to be rid of you. Daniel thought as he rented a room in a hotel, directly across from the apartment building. He made sure that he got a room where he could see Antonio's room perfectly.

 

[Kookaburra]

Before I absolutely die . . .

CURRENT NAME: Lara Stephans (she has others, if she needs them)
REAL NAME: She doesn't tell nobody! Sierra Tanné
AGE: thought to be around 22-23
GENDER: Female
DESCRIPTION: http://www.geocities.com/laurea_lasse/arce_e1.jpg
WEAPONS: You don't want to find out. But her 'gang' have observed over her short career that she owns at least one dart pistol, luger-origin hand pistol, long-barreled and aristocratic 9mm standard army issued, boot knife(s).
AFFILIATION: Undercover agent, using a highly-trained gang of elite agents to patrol the streets at night, cracking cases and using gang warfare against criminal enemies, while the rival/enemy gangs are totally unsuspicious. Leader of the Masked Cats, known to scale skyscrapers without harness/etc when onto a case.
PERSONALITY: Whatever she chooses. In office, brisk, brusque, efficient, observant and low-profile. On field duty, quick, alert, agile, witty, efficient, strong, observant, wary and smart.


CURRENT NAME: Shawne Dean
REAL NAME: David "Davo" Craig
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION: Tall, lithe, red-gold hair with bleached tips, tan skin and deep, rich dark blue eyes, a splattering of freckles, a good-natured grin and power behind his fists.
WEAPONS: Standard 9mm handgun, and various gadgets he has concocted . . .
AFFILIATION: Agent, on the Bledsloe case.
PERSONALITY: Friendly but not overly so, he has a tendancy to make friends with everyone and maintain morale . . . he's always cheerful, but dead serious when he wants to. He takes his work seriously, and he does it well. Often paired effectively with "Lara", although there is no romantic interest what-so-ever. He acts like her older brother and she tends to be the more rash of the two.

 

[CJF]

Antonio opened his lap top.
Anton:I'm in the apartment building, now what?
Boss: Find her, kill her, and take the disc.
Anton: What are you willing to pay?
Boss: Whatever you ask.
Anton:I want 20,000,000 dollars.
Boss: Done.

Anton closed his laptop and laughed.
"I love my job." he said to himself.

Josaphine walked into the living room, sat on the couch and opened her laptop.
Josie: I still have it.
Jordan: Good. My men will be over at noon tomorrow.
Josie: Wait a minute, I need something in return.
Jordan: You'll get to keep your life, how's that?
Josie: I mean bucks pal. Nothing more than 2,000,000 dollars.
Jordan: 1,000,000.
Josie: 2,000,000 or you don't get the disc.
Jordan: 2,000,000 it is.

Josie closed her laptop and turned on her television, a smile on her face.

Daniel opened his laptop.
Daniel: I'm at the hotel.
Nick: Good.
Daniel: Orders?
Nick: Find the girl. You remember the rest?
Daniel: Yes.
Nick: Good.

Daniel closed his laptop and went across the street to the apartment building, and in the main entrance.
"Excuse me, sir?" he asked the clerk at the front desk.
"Have you seen, this woman?" he asked, pulling out a picture and showing it to the clerk.
"Yeah. She lives here." the clerk answered.
"What room is she in?"
"203."
"Thank you."

Daniel put the picture back in his pocket, and walked up the stairs and down the halls, looking for room 203. Okay, third floor, fifth room to the left. Daniel left the apartment building, and went back to the hotel and up to his room. He spotted her room. It was three rooms away from Antonio's.
"Aww, man. That's not good. I'll have to get her first thing in the morning."

 

[CJF]

Daniel woke up at the crack of dawn. He knew Antonio either knew where the girl was already, or he was close to finding out. Daniel dressed and looked out his window. The sun was just beginning to shine over the tall buildings of chicago. He saw that Antonio was out on his porch. Daniel noticed that the girl was out on her porch too. No! Daniel rushed to his cell phone.

"Boss, it's Danny." he said running out of the hotel and into the apartment building.
"Do you have the girl?"
"No, Antonio knows where she is."
"Daniel, you have to get to her before he does! We need that girl!"
"I know boss! I need John and Lenny down her right away."
"Sorry Danny, you're on own on this one."
"Boss, I can't take him by myself!"
"You're gonna have to. Lenny's wounded and John is dead."

Daniel sighed and hung up. He ran into the girls room.
"Miss?"

"Don't say anything." Antonio whispered.
Josie nodded, trying to stay silent. With Antonio's pistol pointed at her head, she didn't want to wind up with a bullet in her brain.
"Miss?" she heard the voice say again.
Josie glanced at Antonio who had his eyes fixed on the door.
"Miss if you can hear me, I need you to answer me." the voice said.
Josie took a deep breath.
"I'm in the closet! Help-"

Daniel ran to the closet and tried to open it, but someone was holding it shut, and he knew who. Antonio.

Antonio held the door shut. He looked Josie, who was holding her arm where she'd been shot. Antonio let go of the door, grabbed Josie, kicked the door open and made a run for the bathroom.

"Stop or I'll shoot!" Daniel yelled.
Antonio stopped.
"Let go of the girl."
Antonio let go of Josie's arm. Daniel motioned for Josie to get behind him. She obeyed.
"Turn around."
Antonio turned and smiled.
"Daniel, what a surprise. I never thought I'd see your face again, after what happened ten years ago."
"Put your hands on your head."
"You don't have a clearance to kill me, Daniel."
"I have my orders. And I'll do whatever I have to do to obey them. Even if it means killing you. Now put your hands on your head."
Antonio laughed and put his hands on his head.
"You don't have the guts to kill me. You didn't have 'em ten years ago, and you don't have them now."

Josie noticed that Antonio had something in his hand. A moment later a blade appeared.
"He has a knife!" she yelled, as Antonio threw the knife at Daniel who rolled out of the way just in time. Daniel fired three shots. One hit Antonio in the shoulder, one in the arm and one in the elbo. Antonio ran from the room, down the stairs and out to his car. He drove off down the road and out of sight.

Daniel looked at Josie.
"Thanks."
"What did he want me for?"
"I don't know. All I know is that you have something valuable to his boss. Come on. He'll be back soon. We need to go."
"How do I know you're not going to kill me once we leave?"
"If I had wanted you dead, I would have let him kill you."

 

[Kookaburra]

Standing rigid, arms akimbo, 'Lara' stared down between the two two tall buildings, watching Antonio's car leave. Her face impassive, she flicked open her comm' device and said softly, "Get out a search for car 0410140, and track the owner. Put me through to Nick." An affirmative reply came over the comm', and a beep told her she was connected. "He's secured the girl, Antonio's off with considerable wounds to shoulder and arm. He's going to need treatment."

"Right, I'll start a search for him under an alias at the nearer hospitals."

"Roger, out." She flipped the comm' device closed and slipped it into her vest, signalling from her precarious perch to the black-masked member across the street from the 10-inch ledge, six stories up. Without a word, the person slid down a scupper and drain pipe, then dropped the last six feet without wincing. 'Lara' followed suit, on the ground in less than ten seconds.

Pausing on the dim, dreary streetcorner, she looked back and frowned. Her job as investigator and background contact was not as exciting as she'd hoped. Antonio had followed the usual proceedure for being a kill-and-rob suspect, with nothing to discover. Sighing, she removed her cat-mask from her face and draped her black trenchcoat over her shoulder, effectively hiding it. No one noticed, or they pretended not to. It was typical of these downtown streets, where no one went unless they had to and usually never came out sane.

Trash littered the potholed asphalt, and the streetlamps were either mangled, bent or not working at all. The few that worked properly cast eerie golden halos about their feet, illuminating small patches of the narrow, broken sidewalk. On either hand, buildings rose, cramped, above her, windows seven stories up towering over the street, their graffitti'd grey concrete walls filthy and beiged by years.

Sierra repressed a shudder and turned a corner, glad that her new assignment was coming to her that night. She'd enjoy a change from inner-city suburbs to something exciting . . . and of course, her 'gang' was receiving special powers to arrest or apprehend any and all suspects. They'd be busier than ever, working on the same level as the young populace.

Running a dark hand through her jet hair, Sierra sighed and sped up her steps, seeing the carpark come into view. She always preferred to park away from her search scenes, which had been proven wise on more than one occasion . . . she shook memories from her mind and slid into her car, peering out through the tinted window for any pursuit.

Was it? Was he looking in her direction? If it was a he. Silently, she pulled her 9mm from her belt and made sure it was loaded.

That, too, had been handy more than once. And the Watcher was definately looking for her. Maybe he'd seen her get in the car, and maybe not. Shrugging, she fired up the engine and exited the carpark, sure she could throw off any pursuit.

 

[CJF]

Josie followed Daniel reluctantly, as he led her to the hotel. Once inside his room, Daniel took out his cell phone.
"Boss, it's Daniel."
"Ah, Daniel. Lara told me you have the girl."
"That's affirmative."
"Good. Bring her here, first thing tomorrow."
"Copy that."

Daniel hing up and turned to Josie.
"Are you hungry?"
"After what just happened? No, I'm not hungry."
Daniel shrugged and pulled out a package of crackers. Sitting on the couch, he asked, "Do you have anything of value?"
"My car, but that's it. Why do think I live in that dump over there? I can hardly afford to stay at the room and pay the bills on my car without winding up broke in the middle of the month."
"You don't have a computer, or a laptop?"
"Well, I have a laptop."
"What's in your files?"
"You honestly think I'm going to tell you? It's none of your buisness anyways."
"Do you want to die?"
"Of course not!"
"Then tell me what's in your files, and I can save your life."

Josie sighed.
"I keep information about different agencies in my files. Like who works for who, and thier life histories and things like that. I have it all saved to a disc, incase my laptop is taken or broken or somehting. But how would he know that I had that information?"
"He could have bugged your phone and listended in on your private conversations. Found out that you had that info, and was assigned to illuminate the only other person who could expose him, and the people he works for. Where's the disc now?"
"Right here."
Josie pulled out a regular computer disc from her coat pocket.
"I carry it with me, so that I don't loose it."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to have a look at it."
"I do mind, and since I've already told you what's on it, you don't need to look at it." Josie said, putting it back in the pocket.

 

[TheDerek]

Name:Robert Ripley
Alias:The Viper
Gender: Male
Age:45
Apearence: Long Gray hair, long grey beard, 5'10, still in good shape, and wears an orange prision outfit.
Weopens:Used ti use a sawed off shotgun, but now is in prison.
Affeliation:Was a master killer, master spy untill he got shot in the foot and lost contisnious due to loss of blood. Woke up in prison.
Personality:showd no mercy, stuborn, but shows respect to those who deserve it.

 

[Kookaburra]

David sighed and dropped a stack of paper onto his desk, beyond the glass cubicle wall. Sierra waved tentatively, and smiled. He took a quick look around and scooted over to her office, peeking in the door. "Hey . . . "

"Since when did you do paperwork?" Sierra demanded, pushing her sunglasses back into her hair.

"It's supposed to go to maintenance, but guess who gets the load when maintenance goes fishing?" He returned.

"Um, yeah," Sierra nodded, giving her computer a longing glance before turning back to the present. "Unlucky. I'd better get started, got to file my report before I'm called in."

"The Antonio Case?"

"Yeah."

A look of disgust flitted across David's face. "Wish I could'a been there. Might have caught him."

"David," Sierra rolled her eyes. "My instructions were not to catch him. They want him to lead them to the Big Guy."

"Why didn't I think of that?" David scratched his head.

"Because you're a silly goof, that's why." Sierra winked and glanced towards the window as a cloud obscured the meagre light.

"Well, got to run. Catch up with you later." David turned away, trotting back into his office.

"In your dreams!" Sierra returned, swivelling her chair as she shut her door, fingering her tiger mask as she guided the mouse. Within seconds, she had an IM box pulled up, to her supervisor.

CATmask: When exactly is that meeting?
Nick: Checking . . .
Nick: 7:30 PM
CATmask: Roger that, will be there.
Nick: Have a good night in the streets, okay? Don't let the Boss intimidate you into having a holiday. You've done more for this city than any evangelist.

Sierra frowned and tapped her fingers against the desktop agitatedly.

CATmask: You know how I feel about my faith. It's nothing to joke about
Nick: Uh huh. Anyway, I hear there's a promotion in the wind.
CATmask: I don't want promotion. I want a steady job
Nick: Agents don't have steady jobs in this game, period.
CATmask: Right. Well, talk to you soon.
Nick: Don't dissapoint us, Lara.

Sierra exited the message box, and sighed, fingers poised over the board. Seconds later, she was speeding away in a recount of the events of the day and her doings. In moments, her mind was engrossed in the retelling, but she couldn't see the sour look on Nick's face, or the concerned one on David's.

~~~~~

"You're being assigned with Kevin."

"But." Sierra stopped midsentance.

"You thought you were going to do the Stevenson case?"

"Yes, sir. I did."

"The Antonio case is deemed of greater importance to the FBI and the CIA. It is suspected that his boss is also the head of an underground network of crime and vandalism across the country. I want you to use your alias to get him off his guard, and to apprehend him. You officially have clearance to arrest him. Kevin will use his alias to get you through any security, etc. You must work together on this, all right?" The Boss looked sternly at her, and Sierra nodded slowly.

"Yes sir, although I prefer flying solo."

"You'll have your chance when you've got a medal on your shirt."

"It might be my corpse," Sierra hinted, slinging her bag over one shoulder and facing him.

The Boss smiled the slightest and motioned to the door. "Dismissed. You'll find 'Danny' in the Charidian Hotel, Smithston Street, room 105."

"Thank you, sir."

~~~~~

You take it from here, Darrions.

 

[TheDerek]

The viper was sitting in his cell, his feet chaind to the bad and his arms chaind to the cell door. every time a sucurity guard had walked by earlier the chains had been off. But every time he took them off, he was shot with a trankulizer dart and woke up chained agian. He decided not to undo the chains again. As he was relaxing he heard footsteps coming down the hall and tried to relax. He knew that they werent coming to kill him, even though he had been given the death sentece eleven years ago, when he was caught. The person walking stoped in front of the cell and started to speak.

"What a pitful mess you are. I thought you were the greatest assasin and spy ever. I bet you can't get out of those cuffs right now." He said.

"If it isn't Nick, the agent who arested me!" Robert said with mock enthusiam. With a flick of his writs and ankles the cuffs slid off. "What do ya want frm me?" Robert asked.

"We need you to help catch an assisin. His name is Antonio. Yes, the same one you trianed before you got caught. If ya catch him we'll set you free, if you promise to never kill again." Said Nick.

"But killing is so profitable. How am I to make a living?" Robert responded.

"We'll pay you five million a year not to kill, are you coming?" Asked Nick

"Yes." Responded Robert.

"Good/ Go clean up, then I'll introduce you to your new partners." Nick said as he walked out of the hallway and a gaurd walked in to release him.

 

[CJF]

Okey doke.

Daniel picked up his cell phone.
"Danny here."
"Daniel, I'm sending Sierra to help you."
"Pardon my asking sir, but don't you think it would be safer for me to do this alone?"
"Daniel, we can't loose that girl. With you and Sierra working together you'll get here in one piece. And with Sierra around, she'll be able to keep an eye on you incase you um, well, you know."
"Sir, I've been working for you for thirteen years, and I've never fallen for a girl once. Why would I start now?"
"You're unpredictable Daniel. That's all I'm trying to say. Where's the girl now?"
"In the bathroom. She's been in there for six hours, and hasn't said a word."
"Well, keep an eye on her."
Daniel hung up and sighed. The bathroom door opened and Josie walked out.
"Do you have anything I could eat?"
"Yeah." Daniel said, tossing her a package of saltine crackers.
"Is that all you eat? Crackers?"
"I like crackers."

Josie sat down on the couch, and within minutes, had eaten to entire package of crackers.
"Man, you must have been hungry."
Josie ignored him.
"Can I see the disc now?"
"I told you, I'm not going to let you see the disc!"
"Look, either you let me look at it, or I take it from you. You don't have a choice. I need to see what's on the disc."
"You already know what's on the disc!"

Daniel spotted Josie's jacket on a nearby chair. He picked it up, felt through her pockets and got the disc. He inserted it into his laptop and began looking at all the information.
"So your paid to go through people's private files and thing's like that?"
"No, I'm being paid to keep you safe. And the only way I can do that is if I know what's in your files."
"Whatever."
Daniel looked over at Josie.
"You're not a very friendly person are you?"

Josie exploded.
"You try living alone for thirteen years after your family is assassinated right in front of you! And then try spending your whole life trying to find out who killed your family and why, and then fail at doing so! You try living like that!"

Daniel took the disc out of his lap top and went to hand it back to her, but stopped. On the disc, he read the word, "Stevenson"
"You're last name is Stevenson?" he asked, looking up at Josie.
"You know everything else about me, might as well know my last name."
"You're Jessica Stevenson? Daughter of Paul and Sheila Stevenson?"
"Yeah, so?"
Daniel handed the disc back to her and grabbed his cell phone.
"How's your arm?" he asked.
"It still hurts. I put some Peroxide on it, but it didn't really help."
"C'mon. There's a doctors office down the street."
Josie grabbed her coat, and she and Daniel walked down to the small doctors office. While she was inside, Daniel made a phone call.
"Why didn't you tell me, that I was assigned to protect Jessica Stevenson?"
"I didn't think it was important."
"Not important, my leg! How am I surposed to deal with this?"
"Improvise."
"I can't improvise on this one! I've wanted to forget that entire event. I wanted to forget the cantina, the hotel, the bank, everything! And now you've assigned me to protect their daughter? What were you thinking? I demand to be sent to another case."
"Daniel, you're staying right where you are."
"I actually managed to forget the memory, and now I have to deal with it again?"
"Dan-"
"It's bad enough that I spent five years of my life dealing with my guilt, and now I have to deal with the memory all over again!"
"Daniel, how did you find out it was her?"
"I guess she only had one nerve left, and I hit it. She exploded and spilled her whole life story to me. It didn't occur to me then, but when I went to give her back the disc, I saw her last name on it."
The boss sighed.
"Daniel, I'm sorry but you're just going to have to deal with this. If possible, don't think about Paul and Shiela."
"How can I do that, when the whole event is playing over and over in my mind. Even the look Jessica had on her face when she realized her parents had been shot! I mean, she was only ten years old!"
"I'm sorry Daniel, I have to go."
The Boss hung up. Raging with anger, Daniel threw his cell phone into the wall.
A moment later, Jessica stepped out of the doctors off, a bandage on her arm where she'd been shot. Walking into the room, Daniel saw that Sierra had arrived.
"That was fast."

 

[Kookaburra]

Sierra nodded at Danny. "I was doing work in the city," she replied, having left her mask in her car. Then she glanced at Jessica, and her eyes narrowed slightly in recognition, although she did not say anything. Instead, she held the door open for the others and left the building after them, walking quickly, as she always did.

Her eyes moved from one building to the next as she felt her phone vibrate. One of her anonymous 'cats' had sent her a message. For a moment, she stared at the screen, then her fingers adeptly typed a reply as she hurried to catch up with Danny, who was a few steps behind Jessica.

'The hotel is no longer safe. Intercepted message saying your whereabouts are known. Get out, fast. More killers on the way.'

"Daniel," she motioned for him to drop back. "There's more on their way, and they're probably already at the hotel."

Danny scowled angrily at her. "I left my laptop in the room."

"Then go get it. I'll cover for you."

"You?" The distrust and contempt in his eyes was evident, but he said nothing. He obviously didn't think her capable of stopping anything, much less a killer.

"Look," Lara (she'd ceased to be Sierra half an hour before) said, "I'm leader of the Masked Cats if that means anything to you. But if it doesn't, I'm capable of handling firearms."

"Alright, I believe you," Danny said.

Lara made a noise in her throat halfway between a laugh and a groan, slipping the mobile back into her pocket and opening a car door. She donned the trenchcoat and emerged from the car tiger-masked. She nodded to Danny. "I'm going up."

With extreme agility, she gripped the cracks in the concrete and hauled herself up to a small ledge, where she rubbed her hands over the rough rock before choosing her first handholds. Grip after agonizing grip, she made her way upwards, her gloved fingers seeming to find every bit of leverage available. She was spread-eagled over the wall like a spider, clinging by only her fingertips and toes . . . and still climbing. Eventually, she reached their balcony and dissapeared from view, her gun at the ready.

 

[CJF]

Daniel looked at Jessica.
"Can I trust you to stay here?" he asked.
"I dunno, can you?"
"Come with me."
He took her by the hand and walked into the hotel.
"John," he said to the man at the front desk. "make sure this woman stays in the lobby. I'll be right back."
"Yes sir."
Daniel ran to his room. The moment he stepped inside, he backed out of the room and slammed the door and locked it.
"They don't waist a moment, do they?"

 

[TheDerek]

Robert Was sitting in the waiting room at the front of the maximum security jail waitiung for Nick. Soon Nick showed up and gestured for him to follow. Without saying a word, Robert got up and followed Nick. Once they were in the car, Nick spoke.

"You might be surprised with your new 'partners'. One of them will probably hold a large grudge over you if he finds out that you are the one responsable for the training of our wanted assisin. So try to keep that a secret. Also, you will be protecting a girl whoose barents were killed by the same man, so be carefull. They don't know that you will be there partner, so It'll be a shock. Oh, and there's also Lara, she's a little diffrent, but I think you'll get along with here. Now let's go to there hotel to meet up with them." Said Nick.

 

[Kookaburra]

Lara knew her situation was precarious. She was crouched on the next-door deck, hearing Danny's voice in the hall. Only . . . she had business in that room. Taking a deep breath, she tightened the latex mask on her face, then took a flying leap. She cleared the deck rails of the balcony easily, then hurtled over the gap to the next rail. Looking down, she caught a glimpse of the black-dressed man on the street. He was making his cursory check around the corner, so she was safe there. In one catlike movement, she hauled herself over the rail and lowered herself onto the balcony, still protected from view by a protruding brick corner.

Hastily, Lara clipped a black cord to the rail and threw the grappling hook end to the next balcony, catching onto the metal mesh. She had the idea that she was going to need it. Then she removed her dart gun from her belt and peeked around the corner. There was a man, as she had expected. But Danny had done a good thing when he'd gone to the door. Distracted, the man didn't notice as Lara braced herself. She stiffened her limbs and then swung her fists, smashing a huge chunk of 'security' glass from the sliding glass doors.

Even as he turned, she pressed the trigger and the dart hissed through the air, stricking him in the shoulder. Numbed, he dropped his weapon and scrambled to get it. Convinced that he was alright, he failed to notice as his hands trembled and his body swayed. Lara jerked the door open and walked briskly up to him. With her stiff palm, she struck the top of his head. Punch-drunk, the assassin swayed, and then crumpled as she struck his pressure point.

Whirling, she heard the bedroom door open, and she fired at the same moment. The second man was not so lucky, and received the dart between the eyes. Looking around, Lara spotted the computer, open. The room was trashed, and there was acid or something like it smeared all over the walls. If Danny had actually walked through the hall door, he would have died from the chemicals that made the tiles as slippery as melting ice.

Two steps, and she reached the laptop. Snapping it shut, she heard someone (or several someones) in the hall, and another two in the adjoining rooms. They had the rooms fairly well bugged, she deduced. Shoving the laptop into its case, she ducked through the smashed door and took a running leap -- an assassain agent right behind her. As her heels struck the top of the rail, she turned and fired. Knowing she'd missed, she didn't shoot again.

Using her momentum to carry her, she turned a somersaulted in the air and grabbed the cord as she fell. It snapped to its full length and she pirouetted over the fifth floor window, laptop in hand. Doing an arial flip, she used the centrifugal force to swing her onto a fifth floor balcony. dropping the cord, she opened the balcony door and fled through the unnocupied room, out into the corridor and down the stairs. Eventually, she reached the lobby where she saw Jessica being bound with duct tape as a second assassin held a gun on the clerk.

As Lara's feet hit the floor, she dropped her aim and fired, hitting the gun-puller spot-on. Breathing easy, she dropped the dart gun and pulled her second cord grappling hook from her belt and whirled it over her head, dodging the oncoming assassin's first bullet. Pulling her arms from over her head, she snapped her wrists upwards and to the side. The makeshift lasso snared the man's outstretched arms and jerked him towards Lara. Thoroughly disgusted, she grabbed her end of the rope and strained, spinning him in his attempt to free himself. Red welts appeared on his arms as she pulled it free. Whirling it once more, she aimed at his head -- and struck! The metal three-pronged hook sunk into his forehead and he fell back.

Lara stooped and picked up her dart gun, winding the cord around her hand and making a mental note to buy another one to replace the one she'd lost. The second assassin was standing there, shocked, blood dripping from his arm. The dark gun had struck him under his arm, a sure but slow kill. The next moment, he was draped over the floor, the clerk cowering away from the whole scene.

As Danny came suddenly into the lobby, Lara was removing the duct tape from Jessica's hands. He had gotten into rather a tussle himself.

"How many are there?" She demanded.

"You'd think there was no end," he replied, breathing hoarsely. "Let's go."

A car pulled up outside, and Lara gave it a strange look. "C'mon. That guy's wearing an orange prison outfit. But is the driver Nick?"

Danny gave one look, and groaned. "I hope he's straight, but let's go!"

Lara grabbed one of Jessica's hands and fairly dragged her along to her car. Getting in, she fired up the ignition and drew away from the curb.

 

[TheDerek]

Nick had just pulled up to the hotel when he saw Lara, Danieal and Jessica running away from the Loby. Nick was about to stop them when Robert said, "Let them go. You can call 'em on your cell in a few min. First can I get some proper clothing and a hair and beard cut?"

"I guess, Lets go." Nick replied.
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(An hour later)
Robert was wearing a pair of blue jeans and an orange shirt that said 'County Jail' on it. The clothing had been purchased at target by Nick and his hair cut/beard trim had been done at Cosscutters. He was all set for action.

"They're not answering their cell phones, but there homing signal is still intact, and they are at one of our safe houses. Let's go." Nickl said, putting his phone in his pocket.

"Before we go, I need a wepeon." Said Robert, a gleam in his eye.

Nick poped the trunk and handed Robert a long crome case. "It's an semi auto shotgun. There are packs of five shells in there. Pop it in the gun, and ya gut five shots. Then give it a new cartrige and you're set for another five shots. Now lets getg out of here." Nick said.

They both hopped in the car and sped towards the safe house.

 

[CJF]

bump

 

[CJF]

Major writers block.

 

[Kookaburra]

I'm waiting for you to post . . . .

 

[will_wait4Him]

Let me in on this!

Name: Iann St. John
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Heritage: Australian/English
Alias: Ice
Discription: Tall, farely musculer, cocassion, green eyes, light brown messy geled up hair. Wears a white American Eagle long sleeved shirt with the wrists rolled up, brown stringed neckless with a shark tooth hanging off it, boot cut American Eagle jeans, black Doc. Martins, Ocly sunglasses, and a long black leather Dockers trench coat.
Affiliation: New Dawn Assassin
Weapons: Silenced Glock 18, G.I. issue knife, two stainless steel throwing knives, a silenced M-14 with inferred/night vision scope, and a sawed off automatic shotgun.
Other Equipment: Night vision goggles, a small comm. thingy sergicaly inserted in his ear drum, and detenater in case bombs are handy.
History: Classified

New Dawn
New Dawn is a secret organization gone bad. Sorta like an FBI version of the Blask Sheep. They were work under strict orders from their boss who's identity is unknown, even to field agents/assassins such as Iann. New Dawn is also currently on their own little mission to take down the United States Secret Service. But they still know of this assassin and this struggle for the disk.

Goin' to bed. Night all!!! -..- zzzzzzZZZZZZZ