Fire and Forget
By Penmaster Cole
Ch. 1 The Hit
The heat from the dying sun on San Andreas was soon becoming a distant memory for the man who stood on the hill overlooking San Andreas, he was a lean figure, but broad shoulders that were at most times hunched over; overall compared to all the other inhabitants on the island he didn't really stick out, his clothing being modest tactical pants and boots with a gray shirt on his chest, and over that a overcoat, and covering his bald head was a military styled black cover. All in all he could disappear in a crowd if he needed to and considering his profession he used that to his advantage alot.
As the last rays of the sun died behind the horizon his phone rang, pulling it from his pocket. "Grimm" he answered, only using his name. "This is Simon" a thickly accented voice sounded over the phone. "I have job if your interested, but it requires a gentle touch." he said, "Give me the details and it will be done." Grimm said, already thinking of what he may need. while walking to his car, a black and gold Sabre Turbo.
"Go to South Shambles and you meet the informant with the information, the F.I.B. may be listening in." Simon hastily said. "you'll be able to recognize the informant" then the call was ended. Putting the phone away as he got into the off-road vehecle, rolling over the hill and onto the blacktop, his mind already thinking that the situation wasn't quite right, 'since when did Simon have Informants' he thought as he cut through West Side heading through central, the ride only punctuated by the radio "on't care anymore" came the voice on the radio, as Grimm listened, "don't care no mooooore, no more . . .no more" and soon he seen that he was on the street he was supposed to meet the informant.
Pulling to a stop and getting out, Grimm looked almost bored getting out of the car, but that was very far from the truth, under the coat was a few of his favorite weapons, and right now with his left hand in his left jacket pocket, he was ready to chuck a grenade for an opening. Walking down the street looking for the guy or girl he was supposed to be looking for.
Making a complete lap around the street had the gun for hire not quite running but hurring back to his car, South Shambles may have been far removed from the lights and glamour of the city, but when your the only one on the street and you've been their for a good thirty minutes and NO ONE shows up, thats a great indicator that you've been set up for an ambush.
which happened right now.
When the Missile Impacted with his Mesa and exploded, Grimm was thrown back and Disorinted, which quickly gave way to the burning pain in his face and stomach, looking down to see a piece of your own vehicle sticking out of you can fuck with your mind. . . and piss you off. "motherfucker" he grunted and stood up, pulling his .45 from his shoulder holster. looking around while trying to not fall over, he just about did seeing the Merryweather Mercs, come out of the alley, he started to unload on the closest while retreating, killing three before they started to shoot back, getting around the corner. he shrugged as best as he could the coat off, holstering the heavy pistol and taking the grenade out, he blindly threw the explosive around the corner "gren-"-BOOM-"ARRRGGGHHH."
Using the blessed distraction to limp down the road, he pulled his modded micro-uzi, while not the strongest in his collection it was his best choice when he needed to flee and shoot, "Their he is!" "Get the Fucker!" turning he leveled the weapon and cut loose on the first followers, talking them out , he started to limp as fast as possible to the bridge, soon he felt blinding pain in his already injured leg, he almost fell if he didn't use the guard rail for balance he turned to face the Mercs to only see a Insurgent with a mounted gun rollin up on him. he was in a word Fucked.
With a .50 caliber machine gun pointed at him an being flanked by four mercs with shot guns, Grimm dropped his guns, he was beat and though he hated to admit it, "so how may i help you gentleman on this fine night?" he drawled
stepping out of the Passenger seat came a man in a suit, obviously a brain to this little killing body "Mr. Grimm" he spoke with a low baritone, "You have been giving us a hard time as of late, stealing a titan of ours, a Valkyrie and lets not forget the Insurgents you took from us not so long ago" he finished. " People like you annoy businesses like mine, so we are cleaning house so to say." all the while he was speaking Grimm was slowly edging backwards till his feet found the ledge. finding it he jumped.
"Shoot him! dont let him escape!" yelled the man, soon the still night was ripped apart by the sound of weapon fire. . . .