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Washington DC.
Extinguishing his cigarette beneath the heel of his shoe, he checked his watch again. In front of him the building remained silent, the alleyway abandoned, and the high rise buildings surrounded him were empty of voices, people and light. It was the same every Tuesday night, the sky would darken above him, the city lights didn't often shine too bright out here, he was safe from prying eyes as he waited, watching. Leaning against the black hood of the car, he waited, waiting for his boss to finish his meeting, waiting for his boss to select a new location.
His silence was interrupted, to his far left a bin was knocked over, the lid falling before the rest of it, clattering as it hit the ground only second before the bin hit the concrete, with the sound reverberating throughout the empty area. Turning his head to look into the darkness, his brown eyes narrowed as he tried to ascertain whether it was a stray cat or dog, or whether a figure was in the shadows, waiting to strike.
This wasn't his first rodeo, right off the bat he knew something was wrong, but he had no way knowing what is was. His gaze shifted from eye level to up at the sky, dark grey skies were gathering above him, slightly off setting the black night draped above him, rain wouldn't be far off.
Straightening his tie, he kept a steady eye on the door as he senses heightened, and his eyes scanned his surroundings, checking to see anything else out of place. Still no sign of the cat, he took a step away from the car, his hand slowly moving to his holster, he needed to investigate the sound. It was probably nothing much like the dozen times before, but he needed to check. Taking another step forward his eyes continued to scan, nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing was hiding in the shadows, nothing he could make out yet.
He smelt her perfume before he heard her gun click as she turned off the safety. Sweat formed on his brow as he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye, he sighed, of course it was her, why wouldn't it be. Twisting his neck around just an inch, he saw her, standing behind him, her gun raised as she wore a tight lipped smile on her face. Hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, her hands gloved in black leather, and her shoes silently allowing her to sneak up on him, it wasn't a surprise he was caught off guard, she hadn't made a sound, nor did she want to. He knew what this look meant, silence or death.
Protection was his job, he did it well, he had done it for the last 30 years, he had protected his boss for the last 15, so well that nobody had ever considered he would need protection, not even himself. His black suit jacket shifted as he turned to properly face her, his eyes scanning the surrounding buildings, as he foot crunched against the gravel, the absence of red lights triggering his awareness.
The cameras that traced and followed, that swivelled and stared, hadn't moved in the last two minutes at least. Almost every Tuesday evening for the last 6 years, his eyes had tracked the movements of those cameras as he waited, feeling secure that he was being watched, while remaining weary that anyone could be watching. The cameras weren't destroyed, simply paused or shut down, which meant nobody would know it was her, nobody would know anything.
By the time the cameras were back online he would either be dead or gone, quite possibly both.
Slowly he took a step towards her, his worn black shoe crunching against the gravel as he moved lowered his foot, his body steady, his hands barely shaking. In front of him, she nodded and lowered her gun as she moved her head slightly to the side, something was distracting her, her focus was no longer on him. He didn't need long, simply a second, a second would be enough.
Not wanting to waste a second contemplating his movement, his hand silently reached for his gun. He managed to graze it with the tips of his fingers before he saw a flash of moment in front of him, a glimmer of silver, and then he felt pain spreading up his left leg as he clenched his fist before falling to the ground.
Her brown hair was facing him now as he glared up at her, her face hidden as she looked away. Clutching his leg with one hand as blood trickled down his pant leg, he used his free hand to slide his finger blindly over what he hoped was the right switch. Out of the corner of his half-closed eye he could just make out the window of his car behind him, opened just a crack. Blood blossomed beneath him as he flicked the switch on another button before stuffing the remote back into his back pocket, and returning both of his hands to where the bullet was embedded into his muscle.
"Dammit Damion." The woman snapped. Surveying the area one last time she turned back to Damion, her eyes fierce as she took another step towards him.
"Couldn't you just do it the easy way, just this once." The woman's expression softened as she took two steps towards him and yanked him up of the ground, before she steadied him, his hand still clutching as he leg as he bit down on the inside of his cheek.
"Couldn't you?" Damion growled. Above them, the sky had opened and the rain was falling quick and fast, washing the blood away, getting rid of any evidence. With her silencer pushed against his side as she supported him, she hauled him with her, as the cameras began to flicker with life, in less than two minutes they would be on again, and she couldn't be here when they were. Pushing her silencer into his back and they passed the car, she half dragged him after her, she certainly couldn't afford any more wise moves on Damion's behalf either.
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