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Chapter 1 - It Rains
Rain fell from the darkened sky drenching the robust streets of Britain with a silky delicious look. Even under the heavy rain people still crowded down the slippery streets clinging tight to their umbrellas trying to get some type of warmth and protection from the rain. Alleyways were still filled with the homeless and down trodden and of course the beggars still sat on their drained corners begging for whatever they would be gracious enough to be given.
Bright headlights tore into the silky night and burned into the walker's vision. A sleek black BMW pulled slowly into view barely driving five miles per hour. It pulled to the side of the rode and parked but nobody left the car for five more minutes. It just sat their as if it was being driven by no one.
Finally the driver's door opened and a man stepped out. He was wearing a heavy tailored suit black with blue trims a black tie and dark sunglasses. He held a briefcase at his side. The passenger's side opened promptly afterward revealing another man in a heavy tailored suit, this one black with red trim wearing the same dark sunglasses.
Both men watched the crowded streets and passerby's walk to their destinations not disturbing a soul. One of the men looked up to the only lighted window on any of the large towering apartment complexes on the streets. The light was like a tower showing ships where land was near.
Slowly the men closed the door and began to ascend up the front steps to the doorway of the apartment complex. One of them lightly pressed a button with the name carefully but sloppily scratched off. It buzzed and buzzed until finally a male's voice picked up.
"Yes who is it?" the husky voice asked in a tired tone. Apparently he was sleep or doing other things.
"We have a message from you employer it is very urgent that we speak with you." One of the men said slowly and carefully but in a rather impatient way.
"Oh…um…please come right in." the voice sounded worried but in no case had didn't have any choice but to oblige the men his fate was sealed.
The men entered the doorway and walked into a crisp warm feeling hallway decorated with rag and tattered furniture and old century paintings. Their footsteps echoed from days as they walked at same pace towards the elevator. One of them was tall and lanky fiery red hair bushed out over his head and around his forehead as if his very skull was on fire.
The second was shorter but more muscular in a way his hair seemed undone for ages as it covered his forehead and ears. The taller one pressed the seventh floor button and the doors slowly closed blocking all views of the men.
The creaky elevator doors spread apart, pain from them peeled off floated slowly towards the floor landing with a bone shattering silence. They walked passed nearly five rooms and stopped. They began to slip black leather gloves on their hands. The tallest one opened the briefcase revealing several hand gun weapons, a silencer and an extra ammo clip, and a strange wand of some kind strapped lightly to the roof of the briefcase.
He stared at the wand for a long time. "It would be so much easier to use magic. But orders are orders." He thought then picked up a Wolfram P2K and added the silencer to it then slowly closed the briefcase and sat it beside the doorway.
The shorter one did the same he held a Desert Eagle handgun silenced in his hand. The tallest knocked on the door and they waited no answer. Knocked again and waited, still no answer.
"Do you think they ran?" the shorter asked without looking away from the door.
"I should hope not. That pisses me off." The tallest responded coldly.
The tallest brought his foot up and drove it into the doorway knocking it off the hedges. They stepped in carefully. "Kill them all," One of their voices echoed through the apartment. One turned a corner and opened a cabinet, nothing but cans and a scurrying rat. A slip silent gunshot filled the tallest ears letting him know the other had found someone. He turned around and walked into a bedroom of some kind.
He flipped the bed over with his left hand and let two shots ring into the floor making sure. He heard a whimper from somewhere in the room. The closet opened and light spread into the darkness brightening a small childish face, tears leaking down her freckled face. She closed her eyes not wanting to stare into the silence addictive of the pistol that was pointed at her face.
The tallest showed no emotion from behind his dark glassed. Two shots and the closet were covered in crimson blood. Two shots and he had ended the life of a child no more then 10. The door slowly began to close and shadows began to swell around the body of the freckled girl who would have no chance at a life.
After 10 more minutes the men in heavy tailored suits and dark sunglasses even in the heat of night walked from the broken doorway of the apartment.
The gloves slowly slid off into the briefcases followed by the weapons. The briefcases were picked up and carried along back to the elevator. The briefcases slowly began to grow smaller and smaller as the elevator doors closed and blocked all views of the men in heavy tailored suits and dark sunglasses.
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