Truth be told, Crow hated this part of the job. It was one thing when his target was another gang member or drug dealer his bosses wanted taken out. He could tell himself that it was for the best, that he was cleaning up the streets. He knew better, but it eased his conscience.
But something like this? This kid wasn't even doing anything illegal. Some rich girl who pissed off the wrong guy in a club or what the fuck ever, Crow didn't know. He didn't care. Knowing wasn't his job.
Thinking too much before a hit was always the worst part. Crow shook his head and thought about the dufflebag he kept in his top kitchen counter in his apartment downtown. He'd gotten the fake papers a month or two ago. Now all he needed was the cash to get out of this hellhole and start over somewhere else. That's what he needed to focus on.
Properly centered, he looked around for something he could use as a weapon. He had a gun on him, of course, but this poor girl deserved a quick blow to knock her out before he shot her. Less fuss, less noise. Less fear.
Crow grabbed a discarded length of pipe and started down the alleyway. He'd been told that she'd be there, waiting for a drug deal that would never come. The sound of scuffles slowed him to a soundless prowl. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else around, and he hadn't lived this long in the shady underbelly of Valesport without learning to be cautious.
Peering around the corner, he saw a tall, lean figure with long blonde hair leaning against the exposed brick wall, staring down the other end of the alleyway. A wreath of smoke curled around her head, stark against the ambient light of the city. No bodyguard. No nothing. Taking a deep breath, he stood and strode decisively down the alley toward her. No need to be stealthy now--he'd probably reach her before she could even turn around.
But something like this? This kid wasn't even doing anything illegal. Some rich girl who pissed off the wrong guy in a club or what the fuck ever, Crow didn't know. He didn't care. Knowing wasn't his job.
Thinking too much before a hit was always the worst part. Crow shook his head and thought about the dufflebag he kept in his top kitchen counter in his apartment downtown. He'd gotten the fake papers a month or two ago. Now all he needed was the cash to get out of this hellhole and start over somewhere else. That's what he needed to focus on.
Properly centered, he looked around for something he could use as a weapon. He had a gun on him, of course, but this poor girl deserved a quick blow to knock her out before he shot her. Less fuss, less noise. Less fear.
Crow grabbed a discarded length of pipe and started down the alleyway. He'd been told that she'd be there, waiting for a drug deal that would never come. The sound of scuffles slowed him to a soundless prowl. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else around, and he hadn't lived this long in the shady underbelly of Valesport without learning to be cautious.
Peering around the corner, he saw a tall, lean figure with long blonde hair leaning against the exposed brick wall, staring down the other end of the alleyway. A wreath of smoke curled around her head, stark against the ambient light of the city. No bodyguard. No nothing. Taking a deep breath, he stood and strode decisively down the alley toward her. No need to be stealthy now--he'd probably reach her before she could even turn around.
The following 1 user Likes ambientmagic's post: SolitareLee
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Highest Bidder [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 07-07-2017, 11:59 PM
RE: Highest Bidder [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 07-08-2017, 12:01 AM
RE: Highest Bidder [Closed] - by ambientmagic - 07-10-2017, 12:14 PM
RE: Highest Bidder [Closed] - by SolitareLee - 07-10-2017, 12:57 PM