Chapter II
Kal-El stood erect on the balcony of a Pent House Suite, set a top a five star hotel. He breathed in the cold morning air as he waited for his target. The couple occupying the Suite hadn't once set foot out onto the balcony since they 'd checked in, so he wasn't nervous about getting caught. But he was feeling something. Something he couldn't pin-point. And that, more than anything, frustrated him.
He exhaled, staring down at the street below. He could see little specs moving up and down the street, but couldn't see anything that defined one from another, without using his telescopic vision. He pushed himself away from the edge using the railing, before turning to face the balcony door. It was plain glass, but nobody ever looked out onto the balcony, because frankly, who would think that someone could be standing on the balcony of a 13 story building?
He watched as a dark blonde talked animatedly on the phone in their second lounge, not paying much attention to anything. He stared at her for a few seconds with a disgusted look on his face. She had too much heavy makeup on, and she didn't look very bright. His gaze wondered away from her, and towards the sky. He sighed again, before settling himself down against the wall. The door directly to his left so he could move quickly and efficiently when the time came.
He'd been up since the crack of dawn cleaning his two silenced pistols, and trying to decide where he'd wait. He'd had the choice of the balcony, on top of the elevator cart, in the ventilation system, or in basically any of the unoccupied rooms. He'd been watching the couple that were staying here, and they only ever went into their bedroom, both of the two lounges were used often, and the bathroom. All the five other rooms that occupied the suite would have been safe.
He'd decided against the elevator cart because he wouldn't be able to move quickly enough for his liking, the ventilation because it would just be damn uncomfortable, and he didn't use any of the five other rooms because, by chance, they may have decided to take a look.
The Balcony was a prime location due to it being easily accessible, comfortable, and it would allow him a quick escape route.
Half an hour past as he quietly thought over the decisions he'd made concerning this particular target. He was brought out of his musings by a gut feeling. Glancing down at his watch, he thought 'Any minute now.'
He expanded his hearing range so he could listen to whatever was about to take place in the apartment. He hadn't been too thorough in his research about the occupants, or the target. All he knew was that his target was going to show up, and take away the evidence that incriminated the Luthor's. The occupants were Oliver Jonas Queen, 27, who was CEO of Queen Enterprises, his parent's had been killed in a plane crash, and he'd been working with Lex Luthor for the last seven years. And his very loud and annoying girlfriend was Lois Lane. She'd had a job at the Daily Planet until Wayne Enterprises took it over, and she'd had a falling out with the new Editor-in-Chief. He hadn't heard much about what it was all about. He didn't need to know. He didn't know who's side either of them were on, but he'd sure find out.
Suddenly, he heard a loud knocking on the door. He frowned slightly, wondering why his target would be bothering to knock.
"Who is it?" He heard Queen say.
Kal-El tensed, getting ready to spring into action.
"It's Lana Lang." Came a small, female voice from the other side of the flimsy wooden door.
Kal-El relaxed slightly, with a frown on his face. He knew his target was a male, so who was this women, and what did she want? If she didn't leave now, she'd get caught up in this mess.
"Ok, hang on."
He heard the door open.
"Come on in, Lana."
There was a pause, so Kal-El tensed again, thinking something was wrong.
"The contract?"
Sighing, he tried to piece together what could be happening in there. He couldn't be bothered to turn around and use his x-ray vision. He didn't think it was that important.
Until he heard the scribbling of a pen, and Queen saying "Hang on a minute. I'll get the files."
Kal-El spun around and used his x-ray vision when he heard a gasp coming from the other women. He let out a shallow breath when he laid eyes on her. Brunette...Petite...Beautiful.
She had cut her finger on the edge of some documents.
"Bathroom. Through there and to the right. "I'll get you a band aid."
He tried shaking all thoughts of her from his mind as she walked into the second lounge, closer to the balcony. She then walked into the room opposite the balcony door.
Queen's girlfriend stared after her, before going to join said person in the first lounge, talking in hushed voices.
He was paying too much attention to Lana, and couldn't act fast enough when he heard the Suite door get kicked off its hinges. In the doorway stood a man dressed all in black, wearing a balaclava.
Before anyone could do much else, the man raised a silenced pistol and let off two shots. They both hit their mark.
The head's of both Oliver Queen and Lois Lane.
Kal-El watched as they both dropped lifeless to the floor. He closed his eyes for a second, before standing up and drawing one of his pistols. He peeked around and through the balcony door to see a scared looking Lana barely standing, in the bathroom.
He sighed, before waving one of his arms in the air, trying to draw her attention.
When she finally focused on him, her eyes went wide as she saw the gun in his hand. He quickly shook his head, before putting an index finger to his lips, a sign for her to keep quiet.
She silently nodded, leaning back against the tiled wall of the bathroom. She slid down it until she was sitting, knee's drawn to her chest.
He remained still for a second, before grabbing the door handle and silently pulling it open. He strode confidently inside and glanced around.
The target was currently rummaging through the files Lana had left on the coffee table.
"Sir, I don't think there yours to look at..." Kal-El said, putting on a polite and conversational tone.
The man's head snapped up as he reached for his gun. He quickly levelled it and shot a few off.
Kal-El sighed slightly, as the bullets tore into his clothes, but didn't harm him. For effect, he moved back a few steps, to make it look like the impact hurt.
"My turn!" He said, staring at the target. He levelled his own gun, like he first did, five years ago, and shot a single bullet. The bullet tore through the room and went straight through the man's head, right between the eyes.
Kal-El shook his head sadly as his gaze ran over the two, more innocent fatalities.
He quickly placed his pistol back into his left chest holster, before turning around to see Lana making her way slowly and warily into the lounge.