Old Loves, Old Hatreds
Assassination
The party was proceeding along fine. Shouts of gaiety and loud, raucous laughter could be heard from outside the mansion. The black robed figure moved across the hall, trying hard not to attract attention, which wasn't hard; most of the guests were dressed in such weird fashions that another uniquely dressed person was hardly noticed. Long, fast strides took the shadow across the large room in a matter of seconds, where it pulled open the hidden double doors as silently as it could, making sure none saw the action.
Behind the hidden door, a passageway stretched out in front of the shade. It was pitch black, perfect for the figure. It blended in with the darkness, becoming one with it and moving unseen through the corridor. At the very end, a faint light could be seen; as the figure drew nearer, it heard hushed voices, growing louder as it approached. At last, the figure drew close enough to hear parts of the conversation and distinguish the words.
"I tell you, Carlon, this is hundred percent quality goods! This price is the cheapest you'll find anywhere!"
"Don't try lying to me, Martiv. I'm not an idiot you know…"
The figure smiled into the darkness. Martiv – One of the leading drug dealers of Russia, and at the same time the Foreign Minister. Carlon – The biggest drug distributor of the USA cum Vice-Secretary. Perfect, both targets in the same room. The figure reached for the gun in her pocket, readying herself to burst into the room and –
Movement. She froze. From the other end of the corridor footsteps were heard. She melted back into the shadows, hoping to avoid detection. Her heart sank as a beam of light shone past her; the men had a torch. No help for it; she'd have to take them down as quickly as possible.
She waited till the last possible moment, just before the beam hit her before leaping. She counted two of them; with luck, she could take both down without her marks noticing. She leaped into the light, catching the guards by surprise; a flying kick caught one on the jaw and he crumpled onto the floor. She was a pro; she knew a blow to the jaw would immobilize for several minutes at least. The other guard opened his mouth to give a shout, but a hand shot out and covered it. His eyes widened as another hand punched into his stomach. His eyeballs rolled upwards before going limp.
Shouts from inside the room told her that the game was up; it was now or never. She burst through the door, only to be greeted by the sight of two backs running away from her. No matter; with their speed, catching up was no problem. Giving chase, she caught up with them both in a few seconds, tackling them into the wall. The token resistance they put up wasn't worth mentioning; they were trained as drug dealers, not fighters. After a short, brutal scene of violence, both men were incapacitated, lying on the floor groaning in pain.
"Who are you?" Martiv screamed, fear and desperation evident in his voice, "I'm warning you, I am the Foreign Minister of Russia! Harm me and you're dead! I demand to know who you are NOW!"
The figure shook her head wordlessly. Taking out a card from within her robes, she showed it to the two men. Their eyeballs widened significantly, and both began to scream in horror. She silenced both quickly with her readied pistol. She left both bodies there – it would take days before they were found – leaving beside them the card she had shown them.
The PAA
Pokémon's Assassination Association
Justice will be served to those who deserve it, even if the law cannot touch them.
A/N: Yeah, I know that this doesn't seem like a Pokémon fic at all, and really shouldn't be here in the Pokémon section, but trust me, it is. Really! Oh, and R&R, would you? Thanks:P