A/N - I Down Own Hitman Just This Plot, Hans-Jürgen Bäcker is/was a member of the Baader-Meinhof group and his location is unknown. Victor Bout is a member of the russian mafia and is currently in hiding and location is unknown. The "Bellevue" is an actual Restaurant on the east side of pragues river. Sorry about the Formatting and grammar :) I'm not very good. Please review and thanks for reading

Chapter 3 – The Two Guards

I stepped out into the midnight air. I walked through the crowds of people, being careful not to let anyone out of my sight and listening to noises behind me, you don't get as good as me without being careful. You also don't get as good as me without noticing things, especially things like the three police snipers in separate places around the restaurant, the three unmarked police cars sitting on the road thirty metres up and most especially the Czechnian SWAT team in the warehouse across the road from the building. I looked to the south, and saw three dark BMW saloon cars driving up the road in a convoy. It was the target.I slipped into an idle-step and continued walking slowly towards the end of the bridge. The guns under my arm clung to me giving me security knowing that if things got ugly then I had a way out. My gloved hands ran gently along the wall of the bridge as I walked still taking care not to walk into anyone. I made it to the end of the bridge just as the cars pulled up. Every door on each car opened in unison. From each five men appeared, each wearing tidy suits with a significant bulge under their left arm. Their hair was tidily kept back from their face's with baseball caps and they spoke with heavy German accents. All fifteen men secured positions around the restaurant, two at the door, two behind and the rest patrolling through the crowds around the building.
I walked south from the bridge following the river a little way and then crossed the un-busy road. I slowly walked back up following the walls of the buildings next to me. A guard that was standing on the corner closest to me smoking stotoed and stared. I turned to the building looking up at two stone statues either side of the door. The building was a church and the stone statues had the engravings below "The Two Guards Of God". I bowed my head and spoke a prayer, "Dear Lord, forgive for the acts I am about to commit, although I am not your child do not forsake one who seeks your wisdom and help. Forgive thy neighbour and forgive me, for I commit these sins to live. Amen" With my hands I touched my head, my chest and shoulder to shoulder in the sign of the cross.
The guard had lost interest and walked away, I followed him around into the alley with little or less noise than a shadow. I could barely see him through the pitch-darkness of the alley. The guard had stopped again to smoke, I slowly sneaked up behind him and slowly raised my hands until they we're inches away from his neck. As quick as lightning my hands clasped round his mouth and my other around his neck, with a snap and a almost silent yelp he fell silent. I looked around keeping vigilant of my surroundings and then dragged him into the garbage a little away from me in an alcove. I quickly covered him in the bags and took his glasses and hat and put them on.
I walked around the corner into the sight of the two guards guarding the back door. They didn't pull out weapons straight away so my guise swayed them so far. I walked towards the back door being careful not to look suspicious. "Halt, Wohin Gehen Sie?"1 My German was a bit rusty, "I'm going to see the boss, he told me to keep an eye out for anything suspicious and report it to him." They looked at me in a suspicious way and then gave up, "Voran, Erklärt Geht Ihm"2 I smiled, "Danke"3 and entered into the restaurant slowly still trying not to arouse their suspisions anymore.

1 Translation - "Halt, Where Are You Going?"
2 Translation - "Go Ahead, Tell Him"
3 Translation - "Thanks"