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Oct 16, 2015 14:09:19 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Mason on Oct 16, 2015 14:09:19 GMT -5
Thank god one assassination made Cassandra enough money to last her for several months. She never seemed to get the simple gigs. Even the ones that seemed easy enough first always ended up… complicated. That was just her luck. In this particular case, so far it was just a pain in the ass. She’d had to follow the guy around all day long looking for an opening. She was cold and hungry, and not at all in the mood to deal with bullshit. She just wanted to put a bullet between this guy’s eyes and then go home to a sweet bottle of tequila. Not too much to ask, at least she didn’t think so. It didn’t help that he wasn’t following the “routine” she’d been given by the mysterious shadowed man who’d given her the job in the first place. Either the intelligence was bad, or the guy suspected that he may have been targeted and was purposely being elusive. Either way was a major irritation for the brunette.
At least the guy and his entourage were back at the guy’s hotel room now. Time for Plan C. Thank goodness Cass had been through this shit often enough to know to have a Plan C, and beyond. Besides, she kind of found having to wear a costume amusing. Even hotel uniforms, though she had to admit the skirt was somewhat restricting in her movement. Maybe she would have been better off swiping one of the housekeeping uniforms. At least those dresses had slightly more room in the legs. No, then she would have to wait until morning to get the job done. A housekeeping lady wandering around the floor at nearly midnight would draw way too much attention. This plan was better. And it would work. At least, she hoped it would.
The plan was simple. She didn’t necessarily need to get the guards to let her into that room. She could use her key card to unlock one of the nearby rooms. That was her intention as she made her way to the 16th floor with a cart carrying a bottle of champagne and other such luxuries. This target of hers was a crafty sonofabitch. Many people would expect someone of his profile to be occupying the penthouse suite, but no… not Frank Tirelli. He stayed in a nice hotel, sure, but in one of the regular suites on a random floor. That made things rather difficult for would-be snipers, who tended to be able to find the best hiding spots and vantage points on a roof of a nearby building. One of the many reasons Cassandra preferred a more hands-on approach, even though it meant more risk for her personally.
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Oct 19, 2015 17:56:45 GMT -5
Post by Nighteye on Oct 19, 2015 17:56:45 GMT -5
Assassinations. They were always easy for the mercenary known as Nighteye. Xavier got the call, and curtly accepted the job. Frank Tirelli was big time. It would be one hell of a feather in the cap for the mercenary to bag such a target. There was no reason at all for him not to accept the hit, though he was not made aware of the other assassin who was tasked with the job. It wouldn't have mattered to him anyway. Xavier didn't ask for details. He rarely ever did. All he needed this time was to know what hotel he was staying in. So the hotel was where he went. He spent most of the day there, just swimming in the pool. He gave a polite nod, that was not returned, to the target and his bodyguards as he passed them going up the elevator that he was going out. An even quicker glance got the room number off one of the bodyguards as he took the keycard out of the sleeve it was put in. A small chuckle passed as he thought of how dumb bodyguards could sometimes be.
On to the room that he'd rented for the night. There, he changed clothes and went out for the night. A passing hotel worker caught his eye. He flashed her a smile and continued on out the front door. From there, he moved to the building across the way. Up the fire escape and to the roof. There, he pulled out his hidden rifle, assembled it and moved to the edge of the building. Some snipers needed a laser sight, but not Nighteye. He watched for a little bit, looking for that clear shot that didn't come. He did, however, see that hotel worker again. "Damn, girl. You workin' that uniform," he muttered. Other not so savory comments came to mind, but he didn't verbalize any of them.
He refocused his efforts and watched as one of the bodyguards stepped out onto the balcony. Xavier was far enough away that normal eyes wouldn't catch sight of him easily. He smirked when he noticed that it was the same bodyguard that he got the room number off of. He thought to take that bodyguard out, but that would only cause undue attention. He laughed a bit at the thought. He was getting a bit irritated about not seeing the target though. Had the man been tipped off? It made sense. Tirelli was powerful, and getting information would be easy for him. Xavier breathed a heavy sigh, watched as the bodyguard went back into the room. As the door was closing, he caught a brief glimpse of the target. He smirked. It was only a matter of time.
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Oct 23, 2015 20:27:46 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Mason on Oct 23, 2015 20:27:46 GMT -5
A pair of blue eyes caught Cassandra’s attention for just a moment as the man passed her by, flashing her a quick smile. She responded with one of her own. Though it wasn’t particularly genuine, the guy wasn’t likely to notice anything amiss. No one working in a hotel gave a real smile to the place’s customers. That shit was always forced. Especially when someone tried to make a funny joke. God she hated even pretending to be in customer service. But at least this particular guy had been hot. Cass was half tempted to turn and watch him walk away, but she had a job to do and that was where her attention had to go. Damn her professionalism. He probably had a great ass.
The elevator took her to the proper floor, and she made her way down the hall. Her plan was to pass the target’s room and then hop over a couple of balconies and wait for her moment to strike. Fate, it seemed, had a different plan in store for Ms. Mason. Of course. Because nothing could go according to her plan like, ever. “Hey you…” the guard outside Tirelli’s door called to her as she passed by. Forcing a helpful smile onto her face, Cass turned toward the guy. “Yes sir, is there something I can help you with?” The look in his eyes was one that the pretty brunette was all-too familiar with. And one that she occasionally exploited for her own benefit. After all, no one ever suspected a pretty little thing like her to be capable of serious ass-kicking, let alone murder.
For a moment, she was afraid that she’d been found out. Apparently the guy just liked the way she looked in that skirt and decided to use the champagne cart she was pushing around as an excuse to get her into the room. Hell, this might actually work out in her favor. He opened the door for her, ordering and she pushed the cart inside, all too aware of his eyes being glued to her… assets… the whole time. At least it gave her the chance to scope out the room. No sign of the target yet. Just a few guards. But the guy was most likely in the bathroom or something. She just really hoped this guard didn’t try something, or she’d have to whoop his ass and cause a ruckus. That would risk letting the target get away and she really didn’t want to have to track the guy down again from scratch.
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Nov 4, 2015 21:02:29 GMT -5
Post by Nighteye on Nov 4, 2015 21:02:29 GMT -5
Well, now this was interesting. The same woman that Xavier had been scoping out was being brought into the target's room. Well, at least the guard had good taste. That was one damn fine woman, for sure. Olivia, by the name tag on her uniform, but she didn't look like an Olivia. More like a.....Roxanne. Yeah, she looked like a Roxanne. The guard's eyes were glued to that ass though. Xavier couldn't blame him for that, since he also got a look at it too. Damn nice. A smirk passed over his face as he looked away for a brief moment. Tirelli had not been tipped off. He came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, and another towel in his hand, which he was using to half dry his hair. The man picked up his cell phone and looked at a text message. Xavier squinted a bit and looked, reading the message. Apparently, a stripper had caught his eye earlier in the night. Xavier let out a full on chuckle.
He had a perfect shot, but Xavier kinda liked playing with his food sometimes....so to speak. "Six hundred twenty five point eight three four feet from barrel to target," he muttered to himself. The wind wasn't strong at all. Fact was, the shot would be the easiest that he'd ever had to take. But if he was going to do this, it had to be quiet. He rolled a suppressor onto the barrel of his rifle, took aim again, and fired a single shot. Tirelli yelled out as a bullet passed through his left leg. The guards went into immediate frenzy mode. Get to the man and cover him up. Just what Xavier was looking for them to do. A bullet took one guard in the forehead. "Find the shooter!" Tirelli commanded. Nah, that wouldn't happen. Another shot took out the second guard. So other than the guard ogling "Roxanne", there were none left.
Xavier took a second to fire off a few shots, peppering the floor beside the grounded crime lord, playing with his target a little. The mercenary could finish this at any moment. But something drew his attention away again. Something was happening in the area with the guard and "Roxanne." Well, this would be interesting to watch.
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Nov 5, 2015 16:15:56 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Mason on Nov 5, 2015 16:15:56 GMT -5
The target came out of the bathroom in a towel. Oh god, this couldn’t possibly get any easier if Cass tried. Three guards was cake, and now she knew the guy she was hired to take out was not armed. This was going too well… Then the guy howled in pain as a bullet broke through the window glass and imbedded itself in his leg. Fuck. She had competition for this guy’s head. Of course she did. Nothing ever went this smoothly. But it seemed like the guy at the end of the sniper rifle wasn’t that good if he only hit the guy in the leg. He should have been able to take the guy out in one shot. But then the guards started dropping from perfect headshots. She had to be careful. And quick.
First, the bodyguard who’d ushered her into the room had grabbed her and was trying to use her as a shield. Asshat. Coward. He didn’t even deserve her blade. She stomped on his foot, then quickly threw her head backward to break his nose. As the man cried out in pain, Cass turned toward him and snapped his neck before he had a chance to react. Another few shots had been fired, and Cass turned toward where the target had been standing, afraid the guy had finally been taken out. No, the sniper was still playing around. His own fault. Tirelli was making a run for cover, but soon found himself with the handle of a blade sticking out of the back of his neck. His lifeless body was just starting to fall to the ground when the sniper would no longer be able to see very well into the room. Cass had flipped the light switch, causing almost complete darkness as she hurried to retrieve her knife. The fact that she’d taken out the sniper’s target was unlikely to make her any friends, and she wanted to reduce any chances of taking a bullet herself as much as possible. So knife retrieval, then it was a beeline for the door. The sniper probably had night vision on his scope, so the surprise would only last a few moments. She ran as quickly as she could down the hallway toward the elevator.
It was strange to her that she hadn’t heard the sniper take a single shot, but she made it to the elevator in one piece. While the elevator took her down to the second floor, she took off the top half of the hotel uniform, leaving her in just a white tank top and black skirt. Not so odd, and less likely to draw attention as she left the place. On the second floor she ditched the uniform top in the stairwell and took her hair out of that awful, constricting bun she’d forced it into before making her way down the last flight and into the lobby.
“Have a good night, miss,” said the bellhop as he held open the door for her. Cass shot him a smile before exiting out onto the sidewalk. Much to her own surprise, she found herself turning toward the building the shot had come from. It was curiosity that was getting to her. Who’d sent this second assassin after Tirelli? If it was the same guy who’d hired her, she would be pissed. Well, that was assuming she’d be able to find the sniper to ask him.
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Nov 11, 2015 20:19:07 GMT -5
Post by Nighteye on Nov 11, 2015 20:19:07 GMT -5
A chuckle escaped from Xavier when "Roxanne" turned off the lights in the hotel room. It was funny to him, because it was a tactically sound move, and would have worked against anyone except for him. He waited for her to dart out of the room. He didn't really care that she got the kill. It wasn't like he was hurting for cash, or contracts. He was a little perturbed that the person he'd accepted the contract from had also contracted someone else though. That was something he'd have to handle later. But for now, he watched intently until he saw the woman come outside. Good at disguise, he noted. He laughed out then, as he saw her start coming towards where the shots were coming from. Smart too. He liked "Roxanne" already.
He waited until she got into the adjoining alley before he took aim and fired off a shot, taking out the one lamp that gave the alley any illumination. He slowly, silently made his way down the fire escape and stopped behind the woman. He was careful to stay out of melee range. She'd proven to be very skilled in hand to hand combat. Instead, he figured he'd just taunt her a bit. "I see you," he sang in a melodically playful tone. "You're good, Olivia," he said with a bit of a scoff. He was sure that she would have been smart enough to at least look at the name tag on her disguise. It wouldn't be a sound move to not look at it. Someone could have called her by name, and if she hadn't answered to it, well let's just say red flag there. He couldn't help himself though, he could see perfectly in the dark, and damn what a body this woman had. "Olivia is a nice person's name though. You seem more like the rough, tough type. More like a Roxanne. Oh, but where are my manners? They call me Nighteye," he said with a chuckle. He was pretty well known amongst the assassins and mercenaries of the world, or at least of the city. If she was really a mercenary that knew what she was doing, which he was sure that she was, then she'd have heard of him. And having heard of him was knowing all about him, from the night vision to the range finding to the skill set. It would also explain that all those missed shots was really just him playing around with the target.
Unless she had some sort of nightvision herself, all she would see would be his eyes. "So you know that if I'd wanted to kill you you'd be dead already, considering that you can't see me. Truth be told, I have no interest in killing you at all. Hell, I wanna know about you. And why you were after my target," he said, still in that playful tone.
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Nov 13, 2015 1:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Mason on Nov 13, 2015 1:07:49 GMT -5
Cass stopped as soon as the light illuminating the alley was shot out. The shooter may have used a silencer in order to avoid drawing attention, but she knew gunfire when she heard it. It was like a sixth sense to her. Anyway, this display could mean only one thing: the sniper was going to reveal himself to her. Sure enough, in the pitch black she heard the sound of the fire escape coming down, and footsteps behind her. They stopped several feet from her. Smart. The guy was keeping just out of reach. That wouldn’t necessarily save him from a knife in the throat, but hey, she was willing to be nice since he was so far. Didn’t mean that she wasn’t prepared for things to go sour. They always did, one way or another.
She chuckled at his guess of her name, taking that opportunity to turn around. “That’s not a very polite assumption to make. I might be a very nice person.” A tall shadow, but she’d seen those eyes before somewhere. Recently. “Roxanne, huh? Whatever floats your boat, man.” Then he introduced himself. Well, that was a name that she definitely recognized. Obviously he was telling her so that she would be impressed. Or scared. Something along those lines. At least he wasn’t planning on trying to hurt her. That was obvious from the look in his eyes, even though that was all of him that she could clearly make out even now that her eyes had adjusted a little more to the darkness.
As for why she was after his target, Cass shrugged casually. “Same reason you were after my target, probably. Either Tirelli had a lot of enemies that wanted him dead, or we got double-booked by the same guy.” Then she smirked and laughed a little as she remembered where she knew those eyes from, and was honestly ashamed of herself that it had taken her so long to figure it out. Well, she’d only seen him for a moment, after all, so maybe she could cut herself some slack. “The guy from the lobby, right? You have me at a pretty big disadvantage here with the lights out.” She considered turning and walking away, forcing him either to drop his interest or follow her into a place that was more even ground. There was nothing for her to fear, though, so she didn’t. It wasn’t like she didn’t know exactly where he was if he tried something.
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Nov 14, 2015 15:33:11 GMT -5
Post by Nighteye on Nov 14, 2015 15:33:11 GMT -5
Xavier watched closely as the woman turned around, a slight smirk on his face. He knew that she'd have some contingency of her own in place. A hidden knife, a pistol, something hidden. Even his vision couldn't see through clothes. Damn shame, he thought, looking at her. He wouldn't mind seeing what was underneath that cloth. "You might just be," he retorted. "Kinda doubt the bodyguards would say that though. But, to be fair, Tirelli wouldn't call me a nice person either, playing around with him like that." Xavier didn't really know why he liked to play with his targets so much. Maybe it was just to liven up the situation, or maybe he just wasn't wired like a normal person. Didn't really matter either way. He shrugged.
"Boat? More like a battleship, babe," he said with a chuckle. Yes, it was a size innuendo. He was sure it wouldn't go unrebutted, but the truth was he liked that kind of banter. And really, he wouldn't have any problem with showing her either, as long as there were no knives involved. "I can tell by the look on your face that you recognize me." He lifted a flashlight and turned it on, extending it out so that she could take it if she wanted to. If she didn't, he'd just put it away. Maybe he'd hold onto it and flash her face a few times, just to annoy her some. She wasn't a target, but he wanted to play with her a bit.
He laughed out at her proclamation that it was her target. "Well, I guess we'll just have to take that up with Bevill, huh?" Arthur Bevill was the swine of a man who'd contracted Nighteye for the job. He was a bit annoyed that someone else had been contracted too, but he wasn't going to jump to conclusions and just assume that Bevill had done it. But it was in the swine's character to do something like that. Then she pointed out that she did indeed recognize him. "Yep, that handsome devil from the hotel. That'd be me," he said proudly. She could act like she didn't notice that, but he'd seen her head turn, if only because she'd turned his head as well. "Speaking of disadvantages. I don't know your real name, do I Roxanne? That's a damn shame. I think we should remedy that."
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Nov 14, 2015 19:04:41 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Mason on Nov 14, 2015 19:04:41 GMT -5
“The bodyguards don’t know me much better than you do, show off…” Cass retorted. He could easily have taken out the target while she was stuck dealing with the last of the guards. Then she would have been screwed. But instead, he’d made the fucker dance. A streak of luck that went against what Cass was used to, and honestly it had thrown her a little off her game. Oh well. The important thing was that the sonofabitch had been killed by a knife to the throat, so she would be getting the money she needed. That meant she could relax a little, which was part of why she laughed at the man’s boat comment. “Funny. I’ve always found the ones that brag the most to have the least to offer.” Not necessarily in terms of size, but overall ability to please a woman. Not that she had any intention of finding out for herself what this man could do in that sense, but since he’d started it she might as well play along with this banter.
Bevill… another name that she recognized. One that she knew all too well. “Hmm… Bevill huh? Not who I got the job from, but definitely not my biggest fan. I wonder if he hoped you would take me out along with the target.” She looked pensive for a moment. Maybe she should pay that man a visit as well, just in case he’d forgotten that he should not fuck with Cassandra Mason. She smirked again the next time the guy spoke. A show off AND a bragger. Good combination. And now he wanted to know her name. “And I suppose Nighteye is your real name, huh? You can just keep calling me Roxanne. When you dream about me later, anyway. I’m off to have a chat with my buddy Bevill.” In the darkness, she winked at him. “Later, pretty boy…”
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Dec 21, 2015 10:21:27 GMT -5
Post by Nighteye on Dec 21, 2015 10:21:27 GMT -5
"Show off?" Xavier questioned, feigning like he was hurt. "I'm not a show o----, okay so maybe I am a bit of a show off," he said, putting his thumb and forefinger only a pinch apart. He shrugged as he watched her. She was a special creature, for sure. He couldn't help but let that arrogant grin pass his face again. Sometimes he just couldn't control that. He listened and chuckled with her insults towards him. Calling him a bragger, well that was nothing he'd not been called before. He'd been called much worse, but it was all fun and games here. Everything seemed to be fun and games to the assassin/mercenary. Sure, he had a darker side, but there was no point in showing that. Women tended to like the funny guys more anyway. Funny was one thing he could do very well. He didn't respond to her comment about those who brag the most having the least to offer. Xavier knew what he was capable of, so a chuckle was more than enough there.
"Bevill's not your biggest fan either, huh. Lemme guess, you insulted his manhood too?" he asked with a small chuckle and a grin. She was then off to go see the man. Xavier shrugged. "Why not?" he said, then started following. "Aww, you really think I'm pretty?" he asked as he followed her. As they moved along, he quickly started whistling to the tune of 'following the leader'. They got close to Bevill's hideaway and Xavier grabbed 'Roxanne's' arm to pull her back. "Something isn't right. No guards out front," he said suddenly. He let go of her arm, knowing that she'd have shook free anyway. He pulled an earpiece from a pouch on his belt and handed it to her. "Lemme scope out the roof right quick, get us a decent visual. Oh, and it's Xavier," he said. Of course he had to ruin the trust he was putting in her by smacking her on the ass before he took off towards a fire escape and went up to the top of the building.
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Dec 30, 2015 21:28:19 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Mason on Dec 30, 2015 21:28:19 GMT -5
He was following her? Seriously? What a strange guy he was. And obviously he really loved hearing himself talk. “Nah, I didn’t bother. That man is enough of a joke on his own,” was her answer to his question. His next one was responded with a roll of her eyes. He knew that he was good looking. She didn’t need to give him a big head about it and she definitely didn’t want him to think she was interested. After that he grew silent. Well, he stopped talking and stuck to humming loud enough for her to hear. So many times she was tempted to turn around and tell him to fuck off. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t done it yet. Every time she thought about it, she just shrugged it off and kept walking. Probably because she knew that he wouldn’t listen. He was just that stubborn, not to mention the fact that he seemed to take nothing very seriously. Talk about frustrating.
Then he seemingly proved her wrong when he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. She spun around and was ready to verbally tear him a new asshole before she saw that expression. Maybe he could be serious from time to time… She nodded when he said he was going to scope out the roof, taking the earpiece and putting it in as she watched him run off. In the meantime, she leaned casually against the nearest wall. Her posture was relaxed, but if anything happened to come out at her from the shadows she would be ready. “I hope you know you’re gonna pay for that smack…” she spoke aloud with a bit of a smirk, knowing that he would be able to hear her thanks to the earpiece. “How’s it looking up there?” Maybe she would be lucky and Bevill was already dead. Then she could just go off to collect her money and get to drinking. The perfect end to the night. But of course, she knew better than to think that anything in her life was ever going to be that easy.
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Dec 31, 2015 22:51:34 GMT -5
Post by Nighteye on Dec 31, 2015 22:51:34 GMT -5
The quick change in expression from 'Roxanne' actually surprised Xavier a bit. It did make sense though, considering the change in his demeanor. Sure, Xavier was a bit off sometimes, but when it came down to business, he was all business. Well, unless there was a pretty woman involved. And there definitely was this time. The smack on the ass was something he'd been wanting to do since he first saw her, so there was no getting around it. Next chance he got, he'd do it again. But for the moment, he was checking out the scene. Then he heard her say he'd pay for that smack. He couldn't help himself. "Oh, don't worry, I'll make it rain, baby." He chuckled a bit before he continued to look over the scene. "On your three, two men in the alley. Both have weapons, melee, concealed under their coats. They're not Bevill's men, not wearing those stupid lapel pins." Everyone who had any dealings in the underworld knew that Bevill had his men wear lapel pins that were in the shape of a bowler hat. The men actually had the look of gangsters, though. "Never thought that was the best idea," he quipped.
"Bevill is in his office," he said suddenly. The mob boss was okay, unharmed. "Shit," Xavier said quickly. "Okay we have a bit of an issue. Nothing we can't handle though, I'm sure. There are two other gangs moving in. Bevill must have pissed someone off big time." Xavier rolled the silencer onto his sniper rifle and aimed it at the street light the initial two men he'd pointed at were standing. "Straight ahead, there's an alley you can move into. The fire escape is down and there's a way across to Bevill's building. You wanna get to him, his window is open. Your call though. I'll just be here lookin' damn good." He knew that this could be a potentially messy situation. "I'm gonna recommend an in and out approach, though. Get in and get out, get whatcha came for," he said, finishing melodically.
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Jan 1, 2016 22:08:36 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Mason on Jan 1, 2016 22:08:36 GMT -5
“Pissing people off seems to be a special talent of Bevill’s,” Cassandra commented with a sigh. Yep, this was about exactly her level of luck. It could have been so simple, but she just had to come here on the same night that two other gangs had come to take out her target. Fuck she wanted a drink. Well it could be worse. As much as she hated to admit it, if Xavier hadn’t decided to follow her she would be much worse off. Cass wasn’t used to working with anyone, but it was a little comforting knowing he was watching her back from up there. She just hoped his focus wasn’t entirely on her backside. Nah, his mind was on business for now. She could be confident of that.
“Got it,” she said as she moved into the alley and up the fire escape. If she was quick and quiet, no one would even know she was there. That was the goal. She didn’t mind fighting when she needed to, but in this case Xavier was right. The quicker she was able to get in and out, the better. Getting around was a little more awkward than normal in the skirt she was still wearing, but she’d already proved that she could still hold her own in this outfit. Once she was on the roof, it was pretty easy for her to find the way across to Bevill’s place. “Let me know when the other gangs are getting close,” she told him, hoping that he would be willing to serve as her early warning system for when she needed to get out. She slipped silently through the window and smiled at the surprised look on the mob boss’ face. “Hello Arthur darling…” Cass said sweetly, her words tinged with anger and venom.
“Cassandra… I have to admit I’d hoped Nighteye would take you out along with Tirelli.” Well, now Xavier knew her real name. Oh well. Nothing she could do about that now. It was time to get down to business…
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Jan 8, 2016 22:45:45 GMT -5
Post by Nighteye on Jan 8, 2016 22:45:45 GMT -5
"True," Xavier said when she mentioned that Bevill was overtly good at pissing people off. In the entirety of the time he'd known the man, he'd never had a conversation with him that didn't end up with Nighteye being annoyed. And here Xavier thought that he was the only one allowed to annoy others. "Yep, I gotcha," he said when she mentioned letting her know if anyone got close. "Y'know, just an observation here, and for once not me just being pervy, but if you take your knife and slit the side of the skirt you might get a little better mobility." Before he finished saying that, she was already inside the office and talking to Bevill. Cassandra, huh? Well, that wasn't exactly Roxanne, but he liked it.
He focused his attention on the men making their way close. He was going to have to line the shot up perfectly. He was a damn good sniper, but even the best snipers in the world had trouble with moving targets. Thank God for kneecapping, he thought. The silencer made a whisper of the shot, and the bullet passed through one kneecap of the two different men. "Two down, the two who were approaching the place. Kneecapped, so it's bought you some time. Do your thing, sexy," he said to her. He started to whistle a bit while he took another two shots, taking out the two men and sending them into the abyss of death. "Ding dong the dickheads' dead," he sang. "The bullets went right through their head."
Was it possible? Xavier was actually starting to annoy himself. He chuckled. "Damn. You know, I'm awesome and everything, but I gotta say this. We're a pretty damn good team." He took another shot, dropping one of the approaching men from the other gang. "You've still got time," he told her.
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Jan 9, 2016 23:12:20 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Mason on Jan 9, 2016 23:12:20 GMT -5
“Well luckily for me, I’m apparently his type,” Cassandra informed Bevill with a bit of a smirk. She didn’t know for sure that was why Xavier hadn’t shot her through that hotel window, but she was pretty sure it was why he’d tagged along with her this far. And dammit all, but he really needed to stop talking in her ear. The whole keeping her informed of what was going on with the other gangs was good, but the singing. Oh the singing. Cassandra was having the hardest time keeping a straight face. There may have even been a chuckle that she released at some point, which was quickly followed by a glare in the direction of the window. She didn’t know whether or not Xavier saw it.
The conversation with Bevill didn’t go on much longer, luckily. “Where’s the money?” she demanded.
“What money?”
“The cash you were going to give Nighteye for killing Tirelli. I want it…” The man started to protest, but she drew a knife and threw it at him. It grazed his cheek. “The next one goes in your eye,” she promised. The man hurried back to his desk and took a briefcase out from underneath it. After verifying that it was really cash inside, she smirked at the man. “Thanks darlin’. You keep in touch now, ya hear?”
“Rot in hell, bitch.”
“Love you too…”
She thought briefly about killing him, but figured that she would let the rival gangs do whatever they wanted to him. They might kill him or worse, and either way was okay with her. She was getting ready to climb back onto the roof when she heard a drawer opening. Was this mother fucker going for a gun? She turned, throwing a second knife as she spun around. Sure enough, Bevill had a weapon in his hand. He should have known better. So sad that he hadn't lived long enough to learn from this mistake.
It was around that time that she finally responded to Xavier’s comment about them being a good team. “Well, I’m not dead yet so I can’t complain.” It was the closest she could get to agreeing with him for now. “Meet me down the block, in the alley behind the corner of Gilmore St.”
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