Assassins (Celebstars and Centurion768)

[celebstars]

The tall woman walked in to the lavish hotel, climbing the marble steps dressed in a white outfit, looking smart and sexy at the same time. Having an air of confidence about her, she marched through the reception area with ease, her ponytail swaying from shoulder to shoulder and her heels clapping along the floor. In to the elevator she went, going to the 103rd floor, the highest she could go in the transport.

With a 'ding' the doors peeled opened and the female headed out to the left hand side. Walking several metres, she found the fire escape and found her way to the roof. It was all similar surroundings for her, she was here only yesterday, planning everything.

Behind a wall, covered in leaves and trash was a black bag which housed a sniper rifle. Taking off her black heels, she crouched and started to piece together the weapon.

Gal Gadot was an Assassin. Tonight, she was fulfilling a contract she had been given.

 

[Centurion768]

The clinking of Champagne glasses, the tittering of laughter and soft piano music filled the penthouse suite of one Rufus DeRollo. The Italian businessman ran one of the largest mafia families in all of central Italy. He had been expanding his business into the Riviera in the previous few months, so it was really no surprise that a contract had been put on his head.

3 Million Euro's. Not the best, nor the worst, but it had been enough to pique Marcus Whyte's interest.

Marcus was an assassin. A problem solver. People paid him money and other people went away, a former agent for Interpol who decided that money was more alluring than the law, he was experienced and feared by many a target around the world.

Moving slowly through the party with a champagne flute in hand, the imposing man made polite small talk with the waitresses here and there and the odd businessman, waiting for just the right moment to strike. The targets balding head and bright white suit making him a clear oppurtunity as he stood laughing on the tall buildings balcony with a glass of whiskey in hand, with slow, deliberate movements, the assassin slowly moved in for the kill. Tempt him away from the crowd...then a cheeky garrote later and Marcus was set up comfortably for the next few months...

 

[celebstars]

Raised in Israel, the beauty was adopted by a secret service agent when she was a little girl. With his influence, growing up she learned many skills and seeing the potential she had, she was moved to an unknown location at eighteen where she was trained to become one of Israel's deadliest weapons. At the current age of 32, she was the best of the best, feared even by her own employers who allowed her to take her own contracts whenever she wanted. This was one of them.

When the weapon was pieced together, the tripod was rested on the roof ledge to help steady her aim. Her gorgeous brown eyes gazed down the scope to try and find her target. A smirk to herself was pleased with how easy this was. Remembering the man's face from the photo she had received, Gal eyed up her target. "I can't wait to stain that suit with blood." She muttered to herself.

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The cross hairs aligned on the mans chest, exactly where his heart would be. Finger on the trigger, she fired. A silenced shot fired a bullet across the street towards the man. With in a second, she saw him fall to the ground.

Standing up from her crouched position, she admired her work.

 

[Centurion768]

Marc's fingers flexed as he got ready to take the target. A steely determination passing over his eyes, a red mist slowly creeping in at the edges of his vision as his body tensed, ready to spring into action.

Just as Rufus began to turn around, their eyes met. From behind the black sunglasses, he saw the Italian's eyes widen at the look of the huge intimidating man, obviously knowing something was amiss.

Yet he wasn't able to do anything about it. Just as DeRollo began his escape, trying to step back, his chest exploded.

The round might have been silenced yet it's delivery was still rather shocking.

The white was stained with a vibrant red, a crimson mist settling down over the balcony as the screams started.

Cutting through the spray, a single green line flickered, a laser sight, it took Marcus only a moment to notice it as it painted onto his chest, looking back across the street, he squinted into the darkness, and saw a tiny flash of white, a figure, a sniper on the other side of the street.

They'd taken his mark.

A bit of revenge was needed.

Spinning on his heel, the now gore covered man burst through the skyscraper and began sprinting at full speed down to the street below.