Part 4 – The Weapon
After making the next step in his preparations, the Jackal managed to get his hands on a picture of a D.C. Parking Pass from the rear-view mirror of D.C. hotshot Rick Davis, and took it to a forger to have the information changed to match his car.
The chemicals he used were quite simple, Tetrasodium Pyrophosphate, Ethylparaben, bleach, and Lye.
"The stuff is highly poisonous," the forger said as she handed the parking pass to Orochimaru, "Which is why I soaked it in Chlorine, and let it rest."
The pass would allow him to be able to park at least three blocks away from any public meeting in Washington.
"Nice," Orochimaru said, "How much?"
"A hundred and fifty dollars," the forger said.
"Here's five hundred," Orochimaru said as he hand the forger five hundred dollars, "Good luck with the baby."
Domino Number Ten…
As Orochimaru was returning to Canada, Sasuke was at F.B.I. headquarters, in Tsunade's office checking his G.I. Expert when Ino entered to see him running a cleaning brush down the barrel, "Checking your gun?" She asked.
"Never know if it might malfunction," Sasuke said, "I've always trusted .45s for their stopping damage and reliability, but I always take time to make sure my gun is clean."
"Your wife is a surgeon," Ino said, "Must not have been difficult raising your daughter while you were at Guantanamo."
"Yea," Sasuke said as he set the barrel down, "It's just something she's loved doing, saving lives. Something we both love doing."
"Both?" Ino asked.
"I became military police because in order for U.S. Forces to operate a peak efficiency, we don't need criminals in the Armed Forces," Sasuke said as he reassembled his Expert, "I do somewhat what she does," he then slid the slide back into place, attached the compensator, loaded the magazine, and pulled back on the slide after locking it in place, "Only I use a gun."
There was a knock on the door, and Kakashi was standing at the door, holding a file, "You were right," Kakashi said as Sasuke engaged the safety on his gun, "He is using a false identity," Kakashi walked over to the window, and opened the file, "The State Department came up with a William Erick Thompson who flew from Toronto two days after we discovered the files, and guess what," Kakashi handed the paper to Sasuke.
"It belongs to a mental patient that was locked up in a fucking wacky shack seven years ago," Sasuke said.
Domino Eleven…
Once they discovered the first false identity he was using, Orochimaru was heading back to Montreal, once he got his van, he used the same false identity he used to buy the van to pick up the gun.
Orochimaru entered the shipping company as the same man that got his Evoque.
"Hello," Orochimaru said as he entered dressed in a pair of baggy pants with a large shirt and jacket which was soaked with sweat, "Hello," he walked up to the front-desk agent, "I'm here to pick up a shipment."
"Name?" The agent asked.
"Michael Williams." Orochimaru said.
"Invoice?" The agent asked.
Orochimaru held out the invoice which the agent took, looked over once, and stamped Approved.
The loaders used a hydraulic lift that used chains that could lift over a ton to load the M3P into the back of the Evoque, a crooked smile crossed his lips.
Later that night, Orochimaru was dressed like Williams, sitting at the Touti Gelati And Café enjoying a nice bagel with a small vanilla and cinnamon cappuccino when felt a set of eyes on him, he looked over his shoulder, and sitting in a black 1998 Lincoln Towncar was three men, one was pale, bald, brown eyes, a brown and white goatee.
The second had a large head of curly hair, had Latino-like skin, brown eyes, and well-shaven.
The last was out of view, but Orochimaru could tell he was African-American or African-Canada.
Orochimaru finished his coffee and bagel, walked outside, and down the street.
He stopped just outside an internet café where he cleaned his fake glasses, then looked in the lens of his watch and saw the men were still following him.
Orochimaru entered, and spoke to the clerk, "Can I use one of your computers?" He asked.
"Sure," the clerk said, it was obvious he had a long day because he was rubbing his forehead, "Anyone."
"Can I get online with this?" Orochimaru asked.
"Sure." The Clerk said.
Orochimaru got online, and contacted his supplier via a secure chat-line, "Lima, Foxtrot, Alpha," he typed, "Contact 20 FEB 15."
"Important you contact us," His contact said, "Internet hacked. Your shipment: Possibly COMPROMISED."
"Police," Orochimaru typed, "Federal Agents?"
"Hijackers." His contact replied.
Domino Twelve...
Orochimaru's mind filled with rage at the thought that a bunch of low-life thieving criminal thugs could even think they could just rob him: the world's deadliest assassin.
They needed to be taken out.
Orochimaru drove back to his hotel, with the hijackers in pursuit.
After returning to his hotel, Orochimaru pulled into the parking garage of the hotel, and once he entered, he floored his Evoque, and drove all the way toward the bottom level as the Hijackers exited their car.
Following his decent to the second level, the hijackers walked down the ramp to the first floor.
He made it to the third and last level as the hijackers decided to split up.
Bald-head and African-American or Canadian went upstairs as Curly-head continued to the next level.
As they split up, Orochimaru ripped the fake-paint off of the Evoque turning it from white to it's natural red color.
He then pulled out a pair of rubber gloves, and a small can full of some kind of chemical only he could get access to in a pressurized can.
Once he was finished, he walked over to the elevator, and hit the 14th floor button.
As the elevator was ascending Orochimaru got a good view of the lobby where bald-head and African-American/Canadian were walking through, they looked up, and saw him looking down at them with a stare of pure anger on his face.
The two walked up the stairs toward the fourteenth floor where Orochimaru had picked up his luggage, and was back in the elevator by the time the hijackers had arrived.
Curly-head was walking on the final floor of the parking-garage before seeing that Orochimaru had forgotten to remove a small bit of the canvas off of the Evoque.
He reached inside his jacket, and grabbed the handle of his Beretta 90two.
As he walked up to the Evoque, he looked inside to see the crate, and then heard the elevator opening.
Curly-head turned around to see Orochimaru leaving the elevator with two suitcases in his hand.
"Listen," Curly-head said as he raised the 90two, "Just open the back gate, and…" before he could say another word, a hole appeared in the pocket of Orochimaru's jacket followed by the sound of a suppressed 9mm gunshot.
Curly dropped the 90two as a 9mm round got him high on the right side of the chest, which was followed by a second gunshot which opened another hole, and put a hole in between Curly-head's eyes.
Orochimaru dropped the luggage, then reached around, removed his false-arm, and let his real arm slid through his jacket's sleeve.
His partners came out of the stairs as Orochimaru picked up Curly-head's 90two, turned around, and in two shots killed both hijackers.
Orochimaru then placed the man's 90two back into his hand, placed his luggage in his Evoque, and then placed the suppressed P226 he was carrying in his real arm in the bald man's hand after removing the suppressor.
He then got in his car, and drove away as the Police were called in response to the gunshots.
Flying to Toronto aboard the Jet the F.B.I. had for international flights, was over Michigan, Naruto was on the phone with Toronto Police, "Ok," Naruto said, "Thanks. Thompson's disappeared. Border Patrol has the passport photos, but so far, nothing has surfaced."
"Wait a second," Ino said, "The only place we're sure he's been has been Toronto. What if he started using the next identity there? Maybe something's happened."
"Yea maybe," Sasuke said, "But I wouldn't hold my breath, a man like this doesn't make mistakes."
"That's wrong there," Ino said, "They all do. Isn't that how the Navy got those complaints against you?"
All Naruto said was, "Ouch."
"So what's your story anyway Ino," Sasuke asked, "Got to be a story."
"Not really much to say," Ino said, "Been living in Russia most my life. I although was born in a small town in Maine to Russian parents."
"Any family?" Sasuke asked.
"Parents," Ino said, "Brother in the Navy. My husband's with the Russian Diplomatic corps, works in D.C."
"Any children?" Sasuke asked.
"Son," Ino said as she pulled out a small picture of her, her husband Sai, and her son, Inojin, "Inojin. Stays with his father."
"He's a cute boy," Sasuke said as he handed Ino back the picture, "Me and Sakura are one day hoping for a boy so we can give our daughter a sibling."
"Maybe when the Jackal is caught or killed?" Ino asked.
"Yes," Sasuke said, "After that."
Arriving in Canadian air-space, Naruto received another call, "Hello," Naruto asked, "What? Where? Yes Ma'am, we'll look into it," Naruto hung up his phone, and looked at Ino, "You were right, something's happened."
Sasuke, Naruto, Lee, and Ino arrived at the hotel Orochimaru killed the three hijackers in, and walked to the third level to see Toronto Police had set up a crime-scene.
"What've we got," Naruto asked as they walked up to the crime-scene.
"Three dead," Toronto Police Sergeant Lucas Williams said as he stood up, "Small-time thugs," he pointed to the first outline of Curly-head, "We think what happened was that this one planned to kill off his buddies. So he lured them here, and shot the first one in the head, but the second got his gun out first, took him down in two shots, but the final shot came from number one's gun."
"What do you think," Naruto asked as Sasuke walked up to the bodies, "Is it him?"
"It's him alright," Sasuke said as he knelt down to Bald-head's body, and examined the bullet-wound, "I can believe that our friend here," Sasuke pointed at the African-American/Canadian, "Was killed with the first shot," he then pointed to Bald-head's, "But this one speaks to me more. When you get shot, the body's natural reaction is to flinch, if Curly-head shot bald-guy after he was shot twice, the bullet would end up in the wall, not directly between his eyes."
"Planted gun?" Naruto asked.
"Yep," Sasuke said as he took the P226 out of Bald-head's hand, and examined the gun, "Scrape-marks around the barrel indicate something was originally here."
"Suppressor?" Ino asked.
"Yes." Sasuke said.
"So we're left at a dead-end?" Naruto asked.
"Not exactly," Sasuke said as he walked over to a single parking space, "These tire marks indicate someone wanted to get away from here fast."
"That could just be a bystander." Sergeant Williams said.
"Maybe," Sasuke said, "But then again why would the tire marks be going away from the crime-scene," he pointed to the way they went which was heading away from the body, "Whoever was in this drove away as fast as they could."
"What kind of car," Naruto asked, "4-runner?"
"Nope," Sasuke said, "I know this kind of tire-tread. Off-road SUV 20 inch wheels."
Domino Thirteen...
Now they know there's a van involved guess what happens next…