Author's Note: Hi, Everyone. This is my first Fanfic written by me for the Blacklist, I hope you enjoy it!
Prologue
It was around 1:00 pm on a cool and breezy Autumn afternoon, when a black Mercedes with darkly tinted windows pulled onto a dirt driveway. Surrounding the road on both sides, were tall pines, maples, old oaks and ash trees with leaves the colour of yellow, red and purple. Mixed in with the trees was shrubbery and long dry grass that swayed lazily as the car passed – it had not been tended to in years, at the end of the road stood a lone elder tree, standing stark and ancient.
The weather was overcast and their was a high chance of rain, the gathering clouds darkening as the car continued down the dirt road, an ominous rumble could be heard as the Mercedes began to slow to a stop five minutes later. The car stopped short of a broken down sign that read, "Keep out, danger ahead." The car doors opened and out stepped four people – three men and a woman.
The three men were dressed in black and red suits, whereas the woman wore a black and dark purple dress with two inch heels. The group of people made their way down a beaten path that was covered in overgrown grass. They finally came to a stop at a rundown mine, abandoned for about ten years now – it was the perfect place to conduct a secret meeting. The men and the woman were meeting with a legendary sniper, an assassin so proficient, calculative and manipulative that he could go about his business without being caught or suspected.
When the three men and the woman were inside, the woman asked, "So, how long do we have to wait for him to get here?" She had a clear snobbish lilt to her voice – a degrading sound to anyone of a lower class.
The man on her right was about to answer when he was prevented from speaking by another man stepping out of the shadows of a collapsed mine wall.
"No need to wait my lady, I was here not twenty minutes before yourself." Spoke the man, he was dressed all in black, wearing a belt with a silver buckle and carrying a sniper rifle, as was characteristic of him.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Danny, is that your real name or do you not have a last name?" the woman asked.
"You need not know if it is or it isn't, my lady. Shall I ask what your name is?" Danny replied with a question of his own.
"It is probably for the best that I do not know your real identity, for if the police came to me – well I would want to divert their attention from myself to someone… less fortunate. As for my name, you may know it on one condition – that you never speak about this meeting or who was here, is that understood?" the woman said, straightening an imaginary crease out of her dress.
"You have my word that I will not betray your identity to anyone alive, neither will I give away the meeting place." Danny replied with a fake smile, his eyes glittering with a malicious light.
"Very well then," Said the woman, "My name is Katherine Earl-Medina."
"Katherine Earl-Medina, in the high class criminal societies I have heard mention, that you are a real monster – that you delight in the pain and suffering of others" Danny commented, smirking.
"I see that my reputation precedes me, I have a job for you, Danny." Katherine replied.
"Who is the Target?" Danny asked, getting right down to business.
"He is a traitor of the worst kind and must pay dearly for what he is doing, I believe you have heard of Raymond Reddington, the Concierge of Crime?" Katherine asked, motioning for one of the men behind her to hand over a folio of papers and information, with "Classified" stamped on the front.
"Raymond Reddington, yes, I daresay everyone has heard of him, got his sticky little fingers in everything that one." Danny replied, distastefully.
Katherine laughed delightedly then abruptly stopped with a forced smile, she said, "I want you to kill that son of a bitch, he is handing over information to the FBI about all of the major players in the criminal society. Especially those who wish to remain hidden, unnoticed, to keep doing their business without being found out, wouldn't you like to keep hidden, Danny, and not have the truth spilled about that job you did in Dallas, Texas on Friday, November 22, 1963 involving that American president?" Katherine said, trying to rile up the man.
Danny looked a little angered for a moment before he schooled his features to a blank mask, "His name was John F. Kennedy and the law enforcement fools arrested the wrong man, as if Lee Harvey Oswald could have shot him, he was supposedly in the book depository building but that was at a wrong angle, and then the fools, believe it or not decide that the fucking president was shot from behind! Fools the lot of them! But enough about those days, I'll do it – for $100,000. How would you like me to dispose of him?" Danny asked, smiling nastliy.
"Do it however you like, just do it and you'll get your money, after I see the proof." Katherine replied, before turning to the three men standing idle behind her, "I think it's almost dinner time, don't you, Orlando?"
"Yes, my lady, I do." The brown haired man replied.
"Let's go then, I want to be home by 5:00 pm. I have a plane to catch at 9:00 pm" Katherine said, flicking her long black hair.