Crimson Stained Future

Ultimate Disclaimer: Dude. It's a fanfiction, I own none of this. A lot of the characters are simply friends of mine...whom I just happened to make targets for the sake of entertainment and amusement of myself. :) Except for the protagonist, he's mine.

Assignment #1: All or Nothing Gamble

Las Vegas, Nevada. 9/01/2010

The one city that anyone could simply go to and enjoy themselves, Las Vegas was the place. A place of mistakes, a place of loss, a place of winnings. It was God's graced gift to those who wanted to press their luck and make dreams come true. But no city was without its faults, and Las Vegas was perhaps the most sin within the world. Hotel rooms filled with husbands and wives having affairs, restful nights, parties... One party in particular was the most booming with only four men gathering around laughing and enjoying beers. The Golden Star Hotel gave home to most of the residents who arrived on vacation, with an assortment of different activities within the hotel alone. Men and women raved to the music within the club on the first floor, it was a night full of excitement and enjoyment. A man clad in white that was dressed just as any normal staff of the hotel's kitchen had been, had entered the elevator with a push cart of food. The lift began to ascend the many floors of the hotel, a soft whistling as the man waited. Slicked back raven hair had glimmered somewhat from the gel that held the hair in place, hazel optics watching the numbers change as the lift shifted floors. A gentle sound released from the elevator as the male began pushing the cart and turned left, walking down the hall towards the requested room. Turning a corner, two men stood outside a door as the male smiled slowly and approached the door with his body turning the cart. The male stood in front of the door and was about to push it forward for the man to let him in, but that didn't happen. "Going to have to check you and the cart sir." The right guard spoke as he offered his hand out beside him, so as to have the waiter come closer for inspection.

A soft sigh of reluctance escaped the waiter's light pink lips, his pale complexion softening slowly. The waiter's legs carried himself to the man standing to his right, the guard on the left beginning to check the contents of the cart. The waiter was patted down slowly and carefully, being sure to get every inch of the man before the guard approved. The second guard approved of the cart as he was allowed access. The sound-proof room had been opened slowly as the waiter pushed the cart in, a roar of laughter escaping the room. The waiter called out into the room, "Room service!" and was received quite well with "Ooh food!" and "Finally we can eat!". The waiter pushed the cart down the small hall and into the main room, noticing the four men on the chairs and pushing the cart up next to two reclined men on the left. The male bowed his head respectfully to the clients and stood straight, looking over. A man reclined in the chair at the ten o'clock position had a cigar in between his index and middle finger. His short, near-shaved, hair had been kept somewhat well. This was the main guest who purchased the room, Chris Lansing. The waiter's attention befell the others before bowing his head once more, "Your dinner is served.". The waiter lifted a plated which had a large cover on it, placing it gently upon the center of the coffee table and raising the lid to reveal several cooked steaks. The waiter served out four separate plates and glasses for wine, bowing his head to the men. "Enjoy your meal." The waiter spoke, straightening his posture and there was a voice from the man he'd been eying just moments earlier. "Waiter!" Chris called out towards the waiter, bringing the cigar to his lips once more and inhaling slowly. "What about the forks and knives?"

The waiter blinked slowly and looked towards Chris, and nodded his head. "I apologize sir, I must have forgotten." The waiter spoke and lowered his body, there was the sound of a drawer opening up within the cart and two heavy objects being dragged and lifted. The waiter stood up, and turned around, and all that could be registered by Chris was two quick suppressed gunshots followed by a third. Chris had barely enough time to reach for his gun before there was a searing pain within the right side of his chest, it had become hard to breathe. Chris clenched his chest with his right palm and attempted to shout for help but the heat of a freshly shot barrel was pressed against his forehead. The trigger was squeezed and crimson splattered against the chair and slowly slid from the new hole that was created in the dead center of the man's forehead. The body of one of the men that Chris had been partying with slowly tipped, and fell against the cart and crashing it down. This ultimately caused the door to be crashed open with the shouting of a voice, "Sir! What's going on!" The two men had just turned the corner and had guns drawn, before seeing the waiter with a USP Compact aimed directly at one. There had been a suppressor on it and there was a soft 'pew' of the firearm being shot once, but two shots were released. One went into each of the body guard's head and the waiter slowly lowered his weapon, lifting his arm to hide the weapons within his jacket pocket. The unknown waiter began to set everything up, placing each of the men's weapons in their hands and made it look as if it had been a deal gone bad. The waiter walked into the bedroom of the hotel room, searching about as carefully as he could and picking up a silver aluminum briefcase which rested snuggly between the headboard of the bed and the wall.

Stepping out and over the bodies, there wasn't a single trace of DNA left by the man. The waiter entered the elevator, placing the briefcase down as the doors closed. He began to unbutton the outfit, slowly removing it from his torso and revealing a black luxurious suit with a red tie. The slacks were lowered to reveal black slacks beneath them, his hands removing the waiter shoes he'd been wearing. The 'waiter' lifted the clothes and shoes and placed them on top of the elevator through the hatch accessible within it, taking the pair of black shoes that had been left there. The shoes were of extremely high quality, and had been placed upon his feet with them being tied as the 'waiter' lifted the briefcase. The 'waiter' pressed the large 'L' button which glowed at his touch, before the lift began lowering to his destination. He had looked like a business man now, waiting as the lift stopped at a floor in between and picked up a few extra passengers. As the Lobby was reached, the business man stepped out and continued forward towards the exit that stood at the end of the building. The large archways grew larger as the business man got closer, exiting the building and began walking down the sidewalk. Eventually the business man disappeared into the crowd, being lost within the numbers of people in the City of Sin, Las Vegas.

9:22 a.m. The Next Day...

"Chris Lansing, suspected to be one of the most wanted drug traffickers in the United States, was found dead in his hotel room this morning by a maid performing her daily rounds. It seemed as if it had been a deal gone bad with the former drug trafficker, and ultimately resulted in no one leaving with their lives. The police has yet to release a statement about the case as they have yet to finish examining the crime scene." The T.V. News spokeswoman had announced over the television as the 'business man' had been sitting in a motel room at a laptop, focused more on it than the announcement of the men who's lives he terminated the night prior. There was a gentle beep as the male's gloved fingers glided over the keys, suddenly the computer screen disappearing. It converted to two boxes, one on the left and one on the right with a name on each of the boxes. On the left box in the upper left was the name 'Jack', and on the right box in the upper right was the name 'Charles'. Suddenly a voice emitted from the laptop's speakers as text followed the words that were spoken, "Your payment has been transferred, another job well done Jack." it spoke in a distorted computerized voice to hide the identity of the person behind the screen. "We've got another high priority job lined up for you, if you wish." The voice spoke again without giving Jack much of a chance to respond about his payment. Jack had been reading a Sherlock Holmes novel, The Hound of Baskervilles and spoke in response to the voice. "Always interested, location, time, and target." The male spoke, lifting his hazel optics to scan over the laptop screen. A small smile had been painted on Jack's features, the book slowly closing as he leaned in. His thoughts slowly began overtaking him, but not about his target.

Sherlock Holmes could catch several criminals with little to nothing.

I wonder if he could catch me were he to be an actual human than a figure of fiction.

A/N; Not every Assignment will be played like this, I just did it like so to get it over and done with. The future chapters will be longer I do hope. Hope you guys enjoyed! Stay tuned for the next chapter.