Note To The Reader: So this is a Matt and Mello thing. I dunno if I'll hint some MattxMello in here, but I might. This is simply the introduction to the story and isn't really an official chapter, explaining why it's so short... So... Enjoy!
Note to whoever Reads Chained Assassin: Don't worry! I haven't forgotten about it! Just taking a little break, and starting something new. I will finish Chained Assassin... Eventually.
"Target heading in southwest downtown area in a cherry red 1968 Camaro. Get some men down there! Now! Block him at all costs."
The engine roared at the striking car bulleted down the smooth pavement. 'The idiots…' Matt thought bitterly. 'I swear, once I get back, Mello is dead. I'm sick of doing his dirty work…' He glanced in the rearview mirror to spot two black cars on his tail. A single smile spread across his face. "And now, It gets interesting." He mutters through his tightly pressed lips that now began to curl into a smile, all the while holding his cigarette. His grip on the wheel tightened, causing his leathered hands to squeak. 'Just a simple right up here and I should be…" Tires squealed under the stress of the road as Matt peered at the scene if front of him. "Hmm?" He slammed on the breaks, his car spinning out of control. Now his hear began to start racing. This wasn't part of the plan… They shouldn't have known where he was going. He should have easily left the cars back in his trails… He was supposed to get away, meet up with Mello and the hostage… He was blocked in. Somehow they had known the general direction he would end up in. A semicircle of black cars blocked of all streets. His car finally came to a rest in the middle of the circle, the two cars formerly pursuing him now closed in the rest of the circle. He must have miscalculated. Now he must improvise. Shouldn't be to hard…
Men, armed men, at least a few dozen of them slide from their respective seats in the cars and slowly aimed pistols at the red Camaro. 'So those cars got ahead of me huh… How many damn body guards does one woman need anyway?' He thought, evaluating the situation. He was totally surrounded. Any and all escape routes blocked. No weapon but a now empty smoke gun. No ammo. No defense. Game Over... Wait, not yet. Improvise.
"Hey, c'mon. Give me a break." Likeable, easy-going attitude. "Since when are the Japanese aloud to carry such big guns?" Light hearted joke, relate to your enemy in any way possible. "You got me, I part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you'll have a lot of questions to ask." Admit you are wrong, they are right; gain their trust… But they're just standing there! "You won't shoot-!" Loud. Dark. Bright.
Game Over.
Game Over…
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"This is the only thing that can be done. If I don't do it-"
"And as for the suspect who was gunned down earlier, we are still unable to identify him. The police are tracking the current suspects…"
"Matt… I never thought you'd be killed… I'm sorry…" He's… Dead. So that's it…. The fool… Damn it, that fool! Why'd he have to go and get himself killed! Why… Are we in this mess in the first place?… Matt, why are we in this position? I really am sorry… It's because of me…
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