Bang! Bang! Bang!
Kaito muttered a string of curses as he ducked for cover from the gunshots firing nearby. He glanced around at his brothers on the mission with him, who were all hiding in abandoned buildings, holding their guns.
Their targets were in the middle of the street. It would've been easy to kill them that way, Kaito thought, if they weren't such skilled shooters. Every child born in the Shion family was taught to shoot the day they could hold a gun, but these men had the reflexes of a cat, and could pull the trigger and kill their target in a millisecond.
It was deathly quiet outside, and Kaito knew that if anyone dared to move from either side, they would get shot down. Carefully, he peeked outside. The main men they had been after escaped! They only left their nervous lackeys to kill anyone of the Shion clan.
Getting an idea, Kaito slowly picked up a chunk of cement from the crumbling building, and tossed it outside. A rain of bullets was heard, and Kaito smirked. They were wasting ammunition on a rock. It was a simple, relatively safe strategy to use on beginners like those.
But suddenly, there were footsteps coming towards his hiding place. They were tracking where he threw the rock. Kaito was thankful his father wasn't with him on this mission, or else a reckless move like that would've gotten him a long, harsh lecture. His sweaty palms held his pistol in a death grip, and he panted lightly. There was a good chance he'd end up dead now...
Three muffled shots were heard by Kaito's well-trained ears, and the sound of three bodies meeting the ground quickly followed.
After about a minute of complete silence, he determined it was safe to check and looked up. The men were dead, not even five feet away from the window he was crouched under. A man with brilliant red hair stood up from inside a building across the street, kissing the tip of his revolver and holding it up victoriously. It was his brother Akaito, one year his junior. His other brothers that had come along slowly rose from their hiding spots, and congratulated Akaito. With a sigh of relief, Kaito stood up and smiled at Akaito. But dread quickly filled him, as he realized something: their father was going to be furious. Three grunts from an enormous corporation like this one wouldn't mean anything. And this certain corporation's CEO owed Mr. Shion a heavy amount of money, and he refused to pay it back by the deadline.
Kaito brushed the dirt and gravel off of his suit, and jogged to catch up with his brothers, who were still patting Akaito on the shoulder and high-fiving him. It sure wasn't the best job in the world, nor the most noble, but it was all he knew. And secretly, Kaito hoped that if he worked diligently and obeyed every order from his father, he would become the heir to the Shion clan, instead of his oldest brother, the ever-so-perfect Mokaito.