"Jack, your target today will be an… interesting one to take out." Was what Jack remembered at the briefing. Jack was somewhat content with his assignment. He is getting limousine service today.
Jack looked out over the freeway with a daydreamer's sparkle in his eye. A fence separated him and the freeway, if he were to fall off. People walked by to work, to parties, to appointments, to wherever they needed to go except for one strange man. He was dirty, and not a pervy dirty, he was muddy-dirty. He wore a beanie, long coat, and held a paper bag with an empty bottle in it. He was sad that it was empty, and needed to beg for cash so he could get another. "Hey, gotta live life to its fullest!" Is what he would say if someone ever caught him.
" 'Scuse me sire, but could you spare me some coin? I gots no more!" He looked up at Jack with his puppy-dog face that he had been working on for his entire hobo career. Jack looked at him for a good 5 seconds, his face expressionless, but still slightly leaning towards curiosity. He turned back and watched the freeway again. The hobo got a little upset. "Hey, who do you think you are to just ignore me like that? I've met a lot of stubborn people in my life, but you have got to be the worst!"
Jack paid no attention.
Dang, the hobo thought. I was sure that would work. I insult them, we argue, and in the end they give money out of pure impatience! Nobody has ever resisted my un-called-for insults before this! Just who is this guy anyway? and why is he in a suit, looking out to the distance like that?
The hobo trotted around Jack and poked at him in the chest. Nothing. He lifted his right arm. No reaction. He touched his cheeks and stomped on his foot, only to feel the pain of an exercised foot resisting a weak blow like that. The hobo cursed under his breath, and turned to give Jack "What He Deserved" when he saw Jack climbing the fence!
"Hey, HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Jack continued to climb with persistence. The hobo started to worry. What, is he suiciding? Was that why he wouldn't talk or flinch? "Hey, man, I, I'm really sorry. Please don't kill yourself because of me…" Jack reached the top of the fence and balanced himself on top. He took easy breaths through his nose, and jumped. The hobo screamed.
The hobo ran to look over the fence to see the dead body, but nothing was there. Jack laid low on a semi truck carrying mattresses. There his target was, in a limousine, escorted by 4 motorcycles, each holding up the 4 lanes. Jack frowned slightly. He realized that this isn't going to be so easy.
Jack pulled out a silenced pistol and climbed down to shotgun of the semi. He aimed it at the driver. "Whoa! Hey, how did you-" Jack put his finger over the man's lips and knocked him out cold. He gained control of the vehicle and sped up towards the back of the limousine and rammed it. The cyclists noticed. All four of them slowed to a point where they surrounded the semi. They pulled out submachine guns and fired. Jack ducked his head and pulled out his silenced pistol. After gunfire stopped, he burst open the driver seat's door with his foot and jumped out. Falling on one of the bikers, they wrestled until Jack judo flipped him off of the bike.
The biker barrel rolled down the highway where cars halted from the body and abandoned semi. Jack looked back and saw two more bikers reloading and aiming their guns at him. Jack took to the handlebars and sped up next to the limousine, where they couldn't shoot him. Jack shot the tinted windows once, twice, three times, and things went into a slow-motion. the target ducked while the armed bodyguards inside the vehicle took aim to Jack's noggin. They fired, and Jack's head flew back from the blow. He lost control, and the bike flipped over to hit the other two bikers behind. A huge explosion was left in its wake.
The target sighed and wiped the sweat off of his brow. He relaxed a little, and tried to enjoy the rest of his ride to LAX. Then he heard a noise outside. *Pew* *Pew* *Pew*. Gunshots! The target ducked again, and saw that all his guards were dead. Before the target had time to think, Jack swooped in through the window and tackled him outside. They rolled from the impact of bailing a moving car, and Jack immediately got up and told the target to surrender.
"But, but how? I saw you! I saw you die! YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" The target got up and started to run, but quickly fell. His hands and feet were tied together. The driver of the limousine walked up to Jack and put his hand on his shoulder. "Good Job."