CRACK
CRACK
One…two…thr-
BOOM
In the XJ8 Jaguar, the person smiled. The storm was close and the rain wouldn't be far behind. As soon as the rain began to fall, then they would move. Any move made before the rain fell and the entire operation would fail for this was a plan that required an amazing attention to detail. For any other, they would have already moved in without the plan's approval, but the prize kept the occupant of the car in place.
CRACK
One…t-
BOOM
They jumped at the sound of the thunder and breathed slowly to steady their nerves. The person looked out the front window for a brief second at the house before them and eyed it disdainfully. As soon as the rain began, the mission would start and all would be better.
As if on cue, a single rain droplet pelted the windshield, followed by another. Then another. And another. Soon, the interior of the car hummed from the sound of rain pelting the roof. The person closed their eyes and bowed their head for a second before looking at the manila envelope lying on the passenger seat next to them like a forgotten paper.
Grabbing the large envelope and ripping the top open, the stranger pulled out the item and grinned again as they examined it with their gloved hands. A 9mm silenced pistol with a working laser sight, just as they'd ordered and in pristine working condition. Naturally the serial numbers had been edged off, but all the better.
Drawing in a final breath, the occupant of the car opened their door and stepped out into the pouring rain before walking steadily to the house before them. The gun hung loosely at their side and bounced off their leg as they walked through the rain. Every time it touched the person gasped as they felt the cold, wet metal, but still powered through their mission.
Stopping by the front door, the visitor kneeled down by the lock and pulled a lock picking set from their back pocket. Before inserting the lock pick into the lock, they pulled out a flashlight and shined it on the front door.
The Possible Residence
Nodding appreciatively, the stranger went to work and after several silent moments, the lock turned and the person slowly eased their body into the house. Calling on their reserves of strength and agility, the intruder jumped across the entryway and landed on a chair with a wobbling grace. Pulling out a laser pointer, the person pointed it at a hidden corner for five seconds before hearing a confirming beep. The security system was down.
Easing themselves off the chair slowly, the trespasser flicked on a tiny flashlight for only a second to see where to go before turning it off just as quickly. They had memorized the room's layout and all they needed to do was move.
The thief strode across the room confidently and made a right to walk up the stairs. They passed a window on the second floor and jumped in shock as-
CRACK
One.-
BOOM
This time the sound was deafening and the intruder wondered if anyone would wake up and if so, what would happen to them.
"Oh hi…" they'd say, "I'm just here in the middle of the night with this silent pistol. Don't mind me."
James Possible would just nod before pulling out a phone or something worse and that'd be that.
NO-no, that's not going to happen, the person thought, trying to calm down, if they were going to wake up, they'd have done so already.
Taking comfort in that assurance the intruder continued on to her target, making sure to avoid all the creaking locations in the hallway.
After another few minutes of creeping, the intruder found themselves standing at the base of a large ladder that led to the attic.
Show time, they thought with fear, but at the same time, exhilaration. Freedom was just moments away and they couldn't lose heart now.
CRACK
One…two.-
BOOM
The storm was moving away. Fast. Soon, there'd be nothing left to disguise their crime. With that in mind, the person moved quickly up the ladder to Kim Possible's room.
They'd been in here many times, never alone and always with the door open and the intruder knew exactly where to look and move.
They saw a Pandaroo lying forgotten on the floor as the Possible's eldest daughter slept soundly. Stopping to pick it up, the intruder examined this freak of nature designed as a stuffed animal and just shook their head, Kim's hobbies sometimes weirded them out but this took the case.
She fights super villains, saves the world from giant robots, but for all her perks, she still cherishes cuddle buddies, they thought morosely as they set the pandaroo back on the bed lovingly, Boy, she stops the Diablos two weeks ago and now….
Kim moaned in her sleep and the person tensed up before smiling, now who could they be thinking about? Oh I do wonder, they thought sarcastically.
Without a further second, the intruder brought the pistol up and aimed it at the sleeping form of Kim Possible. Just for kicks, the soon to be assassin activated the laser sight and grinned evilly at the location of the dot.
Just above the jawbone. Bullet should be an instant kill, they thought as they took the safety off the gun silently.
Suddenly, their worst fear happened: Kim's emerald eyes opened and she sat up in bed, startling the person and causing them to take a panicked step back.
Kim's emerald eyes looked around in confusion before coming to rest on the wide-eyed person standing next to them with a pistol drawn. She peered into the blackness of her room and instantly recognized them, "Wha…what are you doing here?"
The person didn't answer but instead fired the pistol in blind panic. The bullet tore directly through Kim's forehead before erupting out the back and plunking into the headboard of her bed with a dull thud.
Kim's lifeless body flopped back onto the bed and laid still as the person looked at the smoking gun in fear.
They hadn't meant to do it, at least not like that. Now everything was a mess, everything was going to fail, everything-
Get a grip! They thought and shook their head to clear their thoughts, after several seconds of silence, they took a deep breath and continued the mission.
The assassin pulled a single platinum blonde hair from their pocket and left it on the floor. Then they pulled out a protected piece of tape with a finger print on it and pressed the fingerprint against the gun's side. They then placed the gun on the floor carefully so it wouldn't attract the attention of anyone still sleeping. Finally, a few pictures were placed on Kim's nightstand along a torn open envelope containing a letter addressed to Kim.
The assassin turned a final time and looked at the lifeless body of Kim and the scene before descending the ladder and leaving the house.
Outside, the sound of the Jaguar starting was drowned out by the storm and after several seconds, the sound moved on as the sports car left the neighbor hood and disappeared into the night.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the characters that will follow. Disney does so there.
Author's Notes: Well now, here we go a new story. I don't have much to say about the inspiration for this story except that I probably shouldn't have read all those John Grisham novels these last few weeks. As always, leave a review and get a response.