NOTE: I DO NOT OWN GUNSLINGER GIRL & RELATED CHARACTERS
HOWEVER- jASON, GWEN, DANNI, VIKTOR, MEGAN, JAMES, MARK, EDVARD, JOHNSON AND OTHERS ARE MY OWN CREATAIONS
P.S- i wrote this during the summer holidays when i was 12, i have made major changes to it as i go along
please read and review
LONDON 23:50 DECEMBER 31ST 2006
It was a dark rainy night in London, A jet Black Bentley Brooklands turned off the main road and skidded to a halt at the rear fire exit to canary Warf. The back doors of the Bentley opened and two kids, a boy and a girl, jumped out and ran to the fire exit. The Boy kicked in the door and they moved in, they each shoved a crowbar in the crack between the elevator doors and wrenched them open.
Five minutes later the pair had climbed up the service ladders to the 100th floor. Again they used their crowbars to open the elevator doors,
as they climbed up two guards wielding H&K G36C's rounded the corner, the boy whipped round and fired four shots in rapid succession,
Both guards fell to the floor, each with two bullet wounds in their foreheads.
The two children had drawn H&K MP5K's with suppressors from their packs as they approached the wooden conference room door.
The door splintered as both kids shoulder charged the door, firing their MP5K's rapidly, killing the three bodyguards and the man sitting opposite their target.
The two assassins approached the man across the desk.
"Hello Mr .Clarence" the boy said cheerfully, his weapon resting casually on his shoulder.
"You made a big mistake coming here, boy" Mr .Clarence spat back at him.
The girl giggled "We never make mistakes." Then the bodyguard struck.
He had been playing dead by the girl's feet; he rocketed up at lightning speed, smashing the girl's jaw with an audible crunch.
The boy froze, his eyes darting from the girl's unmoving body to the man's eyes, to his target, to the bodyguard's pistol pointed at the girl. BANG
"NO" he boy's eyes widened as he swung his MP5K, he continued his swing firing at the chandelier which crashed down on his target.
He broke the unconscious guard's nose before his conditioning kicked in.
He slung the girl over his shoulder; although she was older and slightly heavier he did so with no apparent effort.
He dropped a C4 charge as he ran at the large window, smashing though it as three more guards ran into the room.
The boy landed on his back in an overflowing skip he threw the girl into the back of the Bentley before climbing in himself. The driver glanced back at the girl's body "what happened?"
The boy didn't respond, he just tore off his balaclava, his brown hair matted with sweat, tears streaking down his face, a face that was no older than 8 years old.
Big Ben struck midnight – it was the first of January.
The conference room on the 100th floor of canary Warf was vaporised in a fireball
"Jason, what happened?" The driver asked again, they were moving now, speeding away from canary Warf.
"S-s-she, she was shot." Jason stammered as he slowly removed her balaclava.
The face revealed, in his eyes, was perfect; long blond hair, fair skin, and blue eyes, red lips, spoilt by the gaping gunshot wound in the side of her face.
"Lisa" he moaned as he burst into tears cradling her head in his hands.
"I'm, Sorry Jason." The driver spoke again "I know you were fond of her"
"shut up" Jason sniffed, still crying.
"We'll find you a new partner."
"no-one will replace her." A new realisation dawned "I'll have to tell her sister, poor triela." Then he broke down again. triela's words ecoing in his head "look after my sister, if anything happens to her i will kill you. no pressure." she had been smiling when she said that, somehow jason didn't think she was joking
The black Bentley rolled up the drive to a large old-fashioned house. The gates that closed behind them had SWA-Social Welfare Agency written into in.