The Assignment
Chapter One
January 18th, 2004
8:39pm
As the bullet-casing clinked onto the floor and the flash from the muzzle of his integral silenced Heckler and Koch USP cleared, Vincent quickly holstered his weapon and left the apartment. He was sure not to make direct eye contact with anyone as he exited the building, as well as not to take his eye off of them either. As he trudged down the staircase, he quickly put on his Silhouette 8586 sunglasses and opened the freight door leading to the parking lot. Once there, he crawled back into the taxi cab he came with.
"Things went a little longer than I expected. I'll be sure to tip." He assured the cabbie with the most decent of smiles.
"How was your friend?" Asked the driver.
Vincent cleared his throat, "He wasn't home. 2710 Betteridge."
As he sat in the back of the cab he could feel what the recoil of the pistol had done to his hands and was thinking of soon retiring. He zoned in and out of reality, but not at the expense of the moment and continued to watch the driver and his surroundings carefully. Vincent thought of the apartment he just left and how he's never seen anyone beg for their life quite like that before, and for a second he thought of letting him walk. It was business, Vincent thought to himself, and he handled it in the most respectable fashion. Before he could really dwell into his thoughts he had arrived to his second and final hit, the bright evening had finally settled and it was night. This was good for him, he found it easier to move around in the dark. The counter said $56.75 but Vincent handed the cabbie a hundred.
"Your tip. Have a nice night." Vincent said has he handed the driver his fare and abruptly left the car.
"You know, I can stay a while if you're coming right back!" the driver called after him, but Vincent was already gone.
Vincent didn't have to do his homework, the FBI official who hired him was doing this one off the books and off the record. Having recieved his work-ups from the co-director of Internal Affairs in the FBI, Vincent knew the information to be as accurate to the targets as anyone could get. When he first received his dossier on the targets Vincent sternly wanted to turn it down because of who they were and who the client was. The client was one Terrance McCall, the FBI co-director of Internal Affairs in the Bureau. The targets were both members of the FBI who were on the take, accepting bribes and often dealing with the local mafia in Florida in prostitution rings, money laundering, and drugs. McCall did not have the evidence to get them convicted, and so after failed attempts in the courts he contacted a private sector agency, to which Vincent belonged, as his last resort to end ties to the mafia. What worried Vincent the most was that the men that he was hired to kill were trained to kill as well, which was also the reason he accepted it.
Vincent made his way through the lobby quickly, but not frantically. He decided to take the private elevator up, so as not to arouse suspicion with the building security personnel. The mahagony doors of the elevator opened up before he could press the "call" button, and two men were standing inside almost as if waiting. They were both large men, and if he had to take a guess he would say that these two were hired muscle. The man who would be behind Vincent on his right wore sunglasses, the one on his left had a mole on his cheek. They were both stern and had intimidating faces.
Vincent quickly had a look at the walls of the elevator noticing that they were not the standard of being made up of mirrors and reflective steel, so in any case he had to walk in - otherwise it might blow his cover. He stood there and pressed the button for the 17th floor instead of the 12th. He removed his Silhouette 8586s and placed it in his interior right side breast pocket, where he gripped his extendable baton as he felt a hand touch his left hip-- where his butterfly knife was holstered. Vincent quickly extended his baton and crashed the steel against the man standing on his left's jaw, he then threw his right elbow into the other man's face breaking his nose along with his sunglasses.
"Ah! You fucking broke my nose!" screeled the victim as he covered his bludgeoned nose, just before he noticed his partner unconscious with a dislocated jaw.
He withdrew from them and hit the "stop" button on the switchboard. Standing over them like a grey wolf to his prey, Vincent had already put away his baton and was now holding his silenced pistol. He held his weapon in the firing position and shot off six rounds, two to the sternum and one to the head in each of his combatants. He quickly looked around thinking of how to dispose of the bodies and found the emergency exit door in the floor of the elevator. He disabled the simple alarm system on the door and it dropped open, he dragged both corpses to the door with great frustration and strength only to let them drop through the bottom of the elevator and into the shaft. The thud of the bodies making their impact at the bottom didn't seem so loud to Vincent, he resumed taking the elevator to the next floor but not before dropping the bullet-casings of the fired rounds into the shaft as well. Once the doors opened he left the elevator in a hasty fashion and made his way to the staircase.