On top of one of the taller buildings overlooking this street in the west sector, a sniper team watches the streets below, searching for any trouble. Below them, the streets teem with people looking for a good time, laughing as they stumble from bar to bar, or stepping into clubs and brothels and not coming out again. The two men on the roof however were not having a good time. They had little to do but bitch about being in the cold and rain, having been waiting for the last hour they were growing impatient.
"Why the hell are we even here?" complained the spotter as he searched rooftops for anyone suspicious.
" 'Cause, Xavier's here to make some deals and cash, we can't fight on promises now can we?" replied his partner, who lay on a pallet, searching the streets with his rifle.
"And I heard he's chasing some tail tonight" he added, his voice thick with envy.
"so while he's gettin' laid, we get to freeze out in the rain. Great."
They chatted back and forth about whether they would see any action tonight, little did they know, there was a third person on the roof, waiting.
The spotter died when he went to go take a leak. He never saw the axe, all he saw was a faint shimmer in the air before the pointed tip of the weapon punched through his skull with a sickening crunch. His partner didn't fair much better, on hearing the noise, he rolled over to see his spotter collapsing to the ground, and a trail of blood hanging in mid-air. His eyes wide with panic he reached for his pistol,
"what the fu-!" was the snipers last words, as a knife materialized out of thin-air, slamming into his right eye, killing him instantly.
A moment later, a figure appeared just as suddenly as the knife. Surveying his work, he tsk'd as he walked over to the spotter, and bent down to pull the knife from the snipers head.
"you could'a done better" he remarked to the corpse, as he finished cleaning his weapons on the dead mans jacket. He knelt beside the wall that the deceased sniper had been overlooking. These two had given up some good information. Besides listening to them prattle on for the better part of an hour, he'd broken into their transmissions, and had recorded their voices, so he could reply when someone ask'd why the team had gone silent. But even though everything was going off without hitch, the bounty hunter was pissed, he'd had to cancel plans for tonight due to this. With an irritated flick, his helmet zoomed in on the crowd below, searching for one man in a sea of humanity.
Waiting for his helmet to identify his mark, the bounty hunter thought to how lucky he'd been to catch wind of this. With the confusion of the bombing in the south harbor, his target had nearly slipped by unnoticed. However, there was always a little bird who'd sing, and the one he'd found sang, like a canary. So now he was here, waiting for his target to show up at a whorehouse. Eventually he did, as a man in a bright red suit stepped out of a car, the bounty hunters helmet lit up with a match.
Bingo, he thought wryly as he watched the target,
this guys not even trying to be subtle. He thought, as his target sauntered into one of the smaller brothels, being closely followed by his bodyguard in a black hoodie.
Getting to his feet, the bounty hunter once again vanished, leaving the corpses of the spotter team. He vaulted over the side of the building and rappelled to the roof of a building further below. when his feet hit the roof he took off, jogging on the roof, he hopped up onto a large neon sign hanging over the street, running with his arms outstretched for balance, leaping the gap between himself and the roof of the building his target had gone into. He rolled when his feet hit the roof, surveying his surroundings for guards before looking at the street below, he was satisfied that no one had noticed him, he turned back to survey his surroundings. Besides a some sodden garbage in the corners and rusted dinner tables, the roof was abandoned. Making his way over to the door on the roof, he searched it for alarms, it was a bit disappointing to see that there was only an old emergency exit alarm, and that had stopped working years ago.
Almost like they don't want to keep me out, silently making his way down the stairs, he stopped when the stairs ended in a hallway that split off in two different directions.
"Time to find my paycheck" he announced to himself, before taking off down a hall.