Chapter 2: An Assassin's Plight

Pop and Hip-Hop music invaded Flint's ears as he danced the night away with his partner in crime, Rosevell, in a plathora of people. They were at the Second Block Club, a public place to dance and get wasted. Rosevell could all ready feel her nerves getting loose. Flint jumped and bobbled to Lil Waynes 'Red Nation' as Rosevell broke away from the crowd and headed for the bar. Probably to get a cocktail or somethin. Flint continued to dance to his hearts consent, his clothes hopping up and down from his body. Ok, so mabye Flint was a little drunk... and by a little a mean a lot. Rosevell had been gone too long for Flint's liking. Despite the fact they were in no relationship what-so-ever, this didnt stop Flint from dancing with her like she was his. Sometimes he wishes it was so. No... he thought to himself. It would be impossible, with the life style they had lived together. Dating co-workers was probably the worst idea since youtube ads.

Flint stumbled across the Club floor, bumping into people along the way to the bar. On his way there, he saw a really popular member of the club... Sonic the Hedgehog. And of course, he had two lovely ladies in his arms and dudes surrounding him, listening to his tales of adventure! Flint had barely talked to the blue hedgehog, but he admired him all the same. He had accomplished many feats. Destroying the Eggman fleet, for example. Even though Flint could have done it if somebody had hired him too. Accually, back in those days. The duo of assassins had been asked once to eliminate Sonic on eggman's behalf. Despite the more than generous award, Flint and Rosevell turned the offer down. There are just some people you don't try to kill. Especially a hedgehog that was now running for Governer of their district. Flint contuined his adventure to the bar, dodging party-goers and drunken dancers. Once he finally reached it, the attractive pink echidna was sitting on a bar stool, while yelling at some dude who had probably said something stupid to her. Before Flint could even intervene, Rosevell took the bum by his jacket sleeves and flipped him over the bar counter, crashing him into empty wine glasses. Everyone looked in shock. For someone of Rosevell's size, this was a rather amazing feat. Part of being an assassin was always about having the better cards than your oppenent. The man coughed for a bit, then got up and walked away, glass shards still stuck in his back. Flint approached the battle hardened female.

"Shit... I'm glad I'm not that guy." Flint noted, humoring himself.

"Well if you want to stay out of the hospital... don't try to pick me up by commenting on how big my ass looks tonight." Flint almost spit out the wine that was in his mouth. Flint knew this was true, but of course he wouldn't be dumb enough to say it like that!

"Poor guy just wanted some attention." Flint joked, now banging his head to LMFAO's 'Sexy and I know It'.

"Oh he got attention alright..." Rosevell replied, cracking her knuckles against her palms. She was one tough gal... you had to be in this line of work. The music had just suddenly changed to another song of which Flint did not know of. All he knew, the beat was perfect. Flint extended his hand towards the pink echidna in a playful fashion.

"May I have this dance?" The assassin had offered. Rosevell grinned and took the offer. The duo of killers had danced the night away.

It had been two hours since the duo's attempt to have some fun. Rosevell had returned to her position on the couch, trying to get over her hangover, while Flint placed the unused sword back in its display case. It was still just as clean as when he took it out. Flint had returned to Rosevell and sat on a leather chair right next to the couch she occupied. The pink echidna was watching Channel 11 news, just for for raped teenager interview which would supposedly come on at 12:00.

"So..." Flint began, making an attempt to break the silence, "Whats going on now? Politic wise?" Flint had always been into politics. When he was a kid, he wanted to be the district governer. But not the federation president, for he secretly knew that he did not require the amount of leadership for the job.

"Well, this is accually a pretty interesting piece they put together. You know Sonic the Hedgehog? That blue hedgehog that was running for district governor?" Of course Flint knew him, he just saw him at the club not two hours ago.

"Yea."

"Well they just found his dead body in the alleyway." Flint had almost dropped his mouth at hearing this. Sure Sonic had enemies, but he had a lot of friends too.

"When did this happen?"

"Bout an hour ago, apparently." Flint turned his head towards the TV, observing the scene. There lay civilains trying to get into the restricted area, cops holding back the civilians from going in the restricted area, and blood from the deceased corpse of Sonic. Flint grabbed a Soda that was sitting on the wood table, and snapped its metal spin back. He began to drink. It was an awful sight.

And... said the news reporter, Dyan Fisher, The police have linked the killings to one individual... Flint Heartman Lockett. Flint had almost spit out his soda from hearing this.

And this is going to make our most interesting news report yet! We have a live stream vidoe of the police about to make an arrest of this murderer. Walk us through, David. Suddenly, the view from the human reporter inside her office had switched to a male fox, who was standing outside of what looked to be like... thier mansion.

Yes Dyan, this is going to be very interesting indeed, said David, I'm with the police here, and our camera crew is going to capture everything that happens tonight. Flint got up from the comfy chair walked over to the window. He peered through the blinds to discover a reporter and a camera man... along with a small squad of SWAT. Oh shit...

"Rosevell!" He shouted, getting her attention.

"Yes?"

"We have to leave..." Rosevell just stared at Flint with concern. "Look at the house they're about to raid." Rosevell did just that, and her face almost went pale. She got up from the couch and ran to the armoury, packing whatever ordance could fit into two large duffel bags, while Flint grabbed the keys to thier safe house, which was on the other side of the house from the armoury. He could still hear the Television.

Ok... and we're going in at 3...2...1... At 'One', a huge explosion was heard, which was then followed with the sounds of footsteps invading Flint's and Rosevell's living room. They were inside the house!

Flint and Rosevell were now seperated. Rosevell was packing up thier extremely expensive equipment in the Armoury, while Flint was at the other side of the mansion, in the secret vault room. There was nothing in the vault but important documents and a key to thier safe-house. Flint grabbed the keys and shoved it into his pocket.

Alright! Shouted a voice demanding authority, no doubt the squad leader. Search the house! If you can take them alive, splendid, But these guys are killers! Permission to shoot on sight is authorized. Flint shook his head in disaproval. What a fucked up goverment this was. The police didn't even give them a polite knock on the door before they barged in. Flint walked through the corridor, his back against the wall. As he moved silently through the hallway, he searched the corridor for a weapon. A pathetic looking lamp was found. Flint took off the lamp shade and held it in between his hands, as if the lamp served as an effective sword. This was going to be an interesting fight.

Rosevell had just finished packing up the AK47's in the weapon's duffle bag. The other duffle bag was filled to the brim with ammunition and equipment. The pink assassin grabbed both the duffle bags and reached for a spare Uzi on the weapons rack. They couldn't take everything, but whatever they could, they needed. Rosevell snuck out the Armoury and continued through the corridor, aiming her weapon down the passage. She heard multiple footsteps coming her way. These footsteps were more... resistant, than the footsteps Rosevell had normally encountered. The footsteps of her enemies spoke to her... told her that these men did not wish to shoot her... but will do it anyway. Too bad, thought. She was ready to pull the trigger and unleash a hailstorm of lead her attackers way as well. The footsteps were near now. About one more turn and they would both be in the same hallway. Rosevell edged the corner of the corridor, setting the duffle bags down to allow her to fight with maximum effectiveness. Rosevell breathed a deep breath, now ready to take on the SWAT. She leaned out of her cover and pulled the trigger.

*Click*

Rosevell contiuned to pull the trigger, in dis-belief to hear the terrifying *click* sound. No matter how many times she pulled the trigger, it always went *click* *click* *click*. The squad of corrupted SWAT members heard this, and turned around to see a pink echidna with a full-auto Uzi. They opened fire, bullet rounds began to tear at the walls. Rosevell retreated to her cover; searching through the duffle bags for a weapon. Shit... she thought. She had a habit of not keeping the weapons loaded when not in use. Very bad habit indeed. Rosevell put down the Uzi, and held out her fist. She was waiting. After about one-hundred bullet rounds had torn up the her cover, she heard a single footstep. This was her chance. She saw the shotgun barrel turning the corner and acted on instinct. She took hold of the shotgun and kicked the SWAT member in the stomach, forcing him to roll over and release the weapon. She cocked back the pump action shotgun and leaned out of her cover and pulled the trigger. A bargade of pellets shattered against a SWAT members chest, sending him backwards and causing him to fall on the ground in pain. The assassin had only three more SWAT guys to deal with. The other two were rolling on the floor in pain, both of them would live.

Rosevell ducked back into her corner has a speeding bullet struck her in the knee. She fell back, releasing a small cry, and allowing the shotgun to escape her grasp. The weapon slide across the hallway like it was on ice. Rosevell had been injured. She looked back at the armoury door, and attempted to make a crawl for it. She didn't get too far though. The remainder of the SWAT squad had turned the corner and turned Rosevell on her back, forcing handcuffs to painfully go around her wrists. Rosevell relized that she had just been captured. This had only happened two times! Once when Rosevell and Flint had gone into a gang hideout, and another when she had been shot in the leg and arrested by SWAT... which was today. Before two of the SWAT guys could lift her up and carry her out the mansion, and into jail, there was a sharp CRACK behind them. The third SWAT guy fell to the ground, unconscious. A slender grey and blue fox stood over him, wielding what looked like a busted lamp. The two SWAT's made an attempt to bring up thier weapons and put bullet holes through Flint's chest, but he was just to quick. He brought up his right fist and slammed it into SWAT guy number one, and extended his right leg into SWAT guy number two, side kicking him into the wall. The SWAT squad had been defeated, all of which either unconscious, or rolling in the ground in pain. Flint bent down and picked a key from the squad leader, using them to release the hand cuffs on his partner. He saw Rosevell's bullet wound.

"Are you okay?" Flint said, concern filling his voice.

"Yea..." Rosevell replied, cringing, "I'll be fine." Flint extended his hand towards her.

"Want some help?"

"Nah, I'm fine." Rosevell said, grabbing the used shotgun and used it as support for her wounded leg, serving as a crutch. Flint picked up the two large duffle bags and the duo of assassins headed out to the garage, and leaving the area in thier get-away vehicle. Flint thought this all out while he was driving... he knew it wasn't luck... it was skill...

You freaking better review this! And also, just a quick note. I'm pausing my other story so I can experiment with this one, see how good I can make it. I already made my own web of conspiracy! Trust me, if I can make this good, it'll be REALLLYY good. Review!