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The Shot Through The Heart Job
Part III: Finale

YIA Holding Cell
Leila Gryfflet

"I'll be honest, Ms. Gryfflet. This isn't looking good for you," Sigurd said. He looked weary, as if he'd witnessed some things he'd rather have not witnessed.

"How so?" Leila said in a neutral tone. She had managed to regain her composure during the long hours in the cell quite easily.

"First, you were at the location from whence the bullet was shot," Sigurd began. "Then your finger prints are covered across the sniper rifle."

"Are they in logical places?" Leila said. "If they aren't, then that proves that they were planted."

"Or it proves you were in a rush," Sigurd suggested.

"I didn't have the rifle with me when I was attacked by that man of yours," Leila snapped back.

"How about you explain this?" Sigurd pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket. He unfolded it and handed it to her.

Leila scanned it. It was a hand drawn layout of the Convention Center. Above it, was a photograph of the Exalt.

"I fail to see the significance," Leila said.

"In the bottom right corner," Sigurd said. "Three letters: PSI. That's Plegia's equivalent of the YIA. That is possible conformation that you were working indirectly for the Plegian government."

"What? No, this isn't real. And we're proving my involvement in the Black Fang, not Plegia," Leila said.

Sigurd raised an eyebrow, "Interesting response. That clears things up nicely for some matters."

"What?"

"No, this isn't real, you were correct there. But how did you know? All Black Fang members are masters of forging techniques. You immediate recognition of that fact proves you were at one point a member," Sigurd said.

"So that leaves us where?" Leila said, her tone ambiguous.

"I'll be honest, I don't think you did it," Sigurd said. Leila breathed a sigh of relief. "However, that doesn't mean I can just let you go. The police have to find evidence against another Black Fang member. Call it our deal with them. We took control of the paper we found on you to confirm that Ylisse wouldn't be involved in a war. They got to go suspect hunting."

"So that leaves us where?" Leila repeated.

"You can start by telling me everything you know about the Black Fang," Sigurd said.

"They have bases around the entire city. They've dug in, you'll never get any serious member there unless by pure chance. However, the address 8305 Valor Street is where the main base is. You can guarantee that someone of the inner circle is there," Leila said.

"8305 you said?" Sigurd confirmed. Leila nodded. The blue haired man smiled, "That's good, we've got two people about the clear out the place. That confirms what our agents thought."

"Two people can't take on the Black Fang hideout. There's at least forty people there," Leila said.

Sigurd laughed, "Does the name Marisa Beckett ring a bell?"

"She was a Fang," Leila said. "…Are you saying she is the one going there?"

"Indeed," Sigurd said. He picked up his phone, "Now, if you'll excuse me please, I need to call the YPD. Your fiancée will be quite eager to hear that he can free you with the evidence he'll find there."

"How did you know—"

"I'm a secret agent, Miss Gryfflet. It's my job," said Sigurd as he dialed.

YPD Precinct
Matthew Brooks

"The way Gregor sees it, friends must find real killer," Gregor stated.

"Thanks, genius," Matthew muttered under his breath.

"Let's start with what we know," Stahl said. "We know the culprit was a member of the Black Fang."

"But we don't know where to find them," said Mia.

"True, but we have three places that they could be, according to our file on them," Stahl said.

"Have there been any incidences of suspicious activity at any of the three options in the past twenty four hours?" Legault asked.

Stahl opened his mouth when Gregor's phone began to ring. The Chief of Police jumped as if he'd been spooked.

"Chief of Police, what can Gregor do for you?" Gregor said.

The older man listened for several moments before giving Stahl a 'write this down' motion. "Suspicious activity at 8305 Valor Street? Gunfire, you say? Worry not citizen! Gregor and friends are on the go!"

Stahl jotted down the address.

"And what is your name, citizen? …Sigurd, my lad, help is on the way!" Gregor said with vigor.

As the Chief hung up, Stahl said, "This isn't one of our three places."

"Gregor shall put the entire force on the investigating of the places. Gregor and friends shall take care of the call, just in case," Gregor said.

Matthew jumped up, "Let's go. Faster we move, the faster we get to Leila."

Stahl nodded, "Let me just grab a muffin."

"No muffin breaks Stahl, we gotta go," Matthew insisted, and ran out the door followed by the rest, including Gregor.

8305 Valor Street
Marisa Beckett

"Ever taken part in a raid before?" Sain asked as they walked up the long driveway to the mansion through the dark of night.

"Of course," Marisa said.

"One with these odds?" Sain asked, an eyebrow raised.

Marisa chuckled, "I stormed a room full of twenty Valmese mobsters once."

Sain rolled his eyes, "It's not like that was a challenge. Valmese mobsters are a joke."

"That's probably why I walked away alive," Marisa said with a slight grin.

"Fair enough," chuckled Sain. He grabbed both the shotguns that were strapped to his back and loaded them.

Marisa took her rifle and made sure the sight was calibrated. At her waist were two pistols, three grenades and a knife. Hanging from a strap on her back was a machine gun. Thanks to her being a WIA agent and having trained to use both styles of shooting, right handed and left, her shoulder could be compensated for.

Sain had similar weapons at his belt. But instead of a rifle, he had the two shotguns plus two machine guns.

The two arrived at the front of the mansion. It was completely dark.

"They know we're coming," Sain said quietly.

"How can you tell?" Marisa asked.

"There's a sniper in the top window on the right half of the house," Sain said.

"You can see that?"

"You can't?"

"Whatever, have you got him, or should I?" Marisa asked.

"I got 'em. You have your bullet proof vest on, correct?"

"You think I'm an idiot?"

"I wouldn't want to see a beautiful shining light such as yourself have its power cut."

"…That was pretty bad," Marisa said.

"Well, you said you weren't available. Call this practice. I can try out new lines," Sain said cheerfully.

Marisa rolled her eyes, only it was too dark out to see her do that, "Why hasn't that sniper shot at us?"

"Probably because he's a failure at life. Or he's sleeping," Sain said, squinting at the spot. "I suspect the latter."

"If he were sleeping, then he wouldn't have known we were coming," Marisa argued.

Sain chuckled softly, "Enough chit chat. Shall we?"

Marisa cocked her rifle. Sain did the same with his shot guns.

And they split up.

Marisa headed towards the garage. That was her point of entry. Too bad the garage was closed.

And like every WIA agent would do, Marisa pulled out a grenade and threw it at the door of the garage.

Silence…

Boom!

Marisa walked into the garage as if nothing had happened and it was open the entire time.

As she walked into the garage, a light turned on. A motion sensor of some sort, she surmised.

But what really got her attention, was how it was completely empty.

Except for the four Fang members playing poker at a lamp lit table.

Marisa almost burst out laughing at their faces.

But instead she brought the rifle up and killed two of them immediately before they responded.

The two remaining men flipped the table expertly and got behind it, taking cover.

Marisa smirked as she fired at the table twice. It was a card table, and therefore not thick at all. The bullets went straight through and Marisa could hear the screams of the two men as they died.

The woman walked towards the door that led into the house itself. She opened it and walked in.

8305 Valor Street: Roof
Sain Bond

Sain scaled the roof immediately after he heard the explosion. The roof was surprisingly empty. Slightly perturbed, Sain made his way to where to sniper was taking cover.

The agent took a pistol and pointed it at the man's head, "Get up."

The body next to the rifle didn't move. Sain reached down to grab its shoulder.

It was a dummy.

Sain blinked, and jumped backward furiously as a shot rang out.

"So they sent their best after us. I figured," a low voice said. Sain turned his head to Jaffar pointing a pistol at him.

"I am known for my skill," Sain said, stowing his pistol and taking both his shotguns and pointing them at Jaffar.

The assassin didn't do anything as he stood stoically, waiting for Sain's move.

Sain fired both the shotguns. One shot missed, and the other hit Jaffar.

The assassin was thrown backward onto his back.

Sain dropped the shotguns and took his pistol and began to walk toward Jaffar's body.

Before he was halfway there, Jaffar leapt up from his position and fired a shot at Sain.

Luckily, it hit Sain's gun. Unluckily, it hit Sain's gun.

The pistol flew from his hand and hit the ground elsewhere on the roof.

Jaffar dropped his gun and tackled Sain.

The agent felt his back hit the ground, or rather, the roof. Jaffar wrapped his hands around Sain's neck.

"It's always more of a challenge without guns," Jaffar whispered as he began to strangle the agent.

8305 Valor Street
Marisa Beckett

Marisa used her last shot on the Fang who hadn't quite seemed to have died yet.

The agent stood inside a ballroom. It was elegant, as if it were frequented by many during parties.

Although now it was riddled with blood and seventeen dead men and women.

So it was still pretty if someone were into that.

The sounds of hands clapping rang through the air, "Brava, brava."

Marisa turned on the spot and aimed her rifle at the newcomer. It was her only weapon with ammo left. That and a grenade.

Ephidel, leader of the Black Fang strolled into the room, "I suppose I'll need some new men now."

"I suppose you will," Marisa said calmly, despite her exhaustion. She had pushed herself to her limit, and her arm was beyond useless. Discreetly, she pulled the pin off the grenade.

Ephidel saw it though and bolted from the room as Marisa chucked it at him.

8305 Valor Street
Sain Bond

Sain tried to throw a punch into Jaffar's face. The assassin, while maintaining his grip on Sain's neck with one hand, blocked the punch with his other arm.

Then, as if Naga herself had intervened, there was an explosion that blew out part of the roof about twenty feet from them.

As trained as he was, Jaffar couldn't help but look. Sain grabbed Jaffar's hand that was holding his neck and ripped it from Sain's neck. Jaffar jumped to his feet, but stumbled slightly.

It would prove to be his downfall.

Sain took his pistol and pointed it at Jaffar's head, not his bulletproof vested chest and said, "This is what you get for trying to kill a lady."

And he fired.

8305 Valor Street
Marisa Beckett

Marisa got behind a wall and waited for the explosion to clear. When it did, she got out from behind the wall (Or what was left of it) and walked toward the body of Ephidel.

He was still alive.

Marisa cocked her rifle and pointed it at Ephidel and said, "Where is Lloyd." It wasn't a question.

Ephidel coughed, he was really beat up, "…Gone."

"What?" growled Marisa fiercely as she pointed the gun closer to Ephidel.

"He ran. Damn coward," Ephidel said.

Marisa howled with rage as she shot the man.

8305 Valor Street
Matthew Brooks

Three squad cars pulled up outside of the mansion. Matthew and Stahl got out of one, Legault, Heather and Mia out of another and Gregor out of his own.

They approached the mansion warily, with guns out.

And two people stepped outside through the front door.

"Freeze!" Gregor shouted. "Gregor commands you to freeze like deer in the headlights!"

The woman of the two just kept walking. The better dressed man walked up to the six police officers and said, "Hello there, citizens."

All six pistols were trained on the man's head. Though Matthew kept a wary eye on the pink haired woman.

"The name's Bond. Sain Bond," spoke the man. "I'm guessing Sigurd called you?"

"How do you know that?" said Stahl, his eyes narrowing.

"Family friend. Point is, we were never here. You six valiantly stormed the Black Fang base at great personal risk in hopes of clearing your associate's name. You left none alive and found this," Bond took a flashdrive from his pocket and tossed it to Heather. The woman caught it out of reflex.

"Who are you?" said Legault curiously.

"Ylissean Intelligence Association," Bond said as the two walked away. "And you never heard me say that."

Ylissean Central Hospital
Cath Faraday

Cath opened the door silently, staring down the hallway. The emergency lights were on, but they were only so bright.

Shadows danced along the halls as one of the lights flickered briefly. Cath shivered.

"Get a hold of yourself," Cath whispered to herself. "You were a damn WIA agent. You're better than this."

With some newfound confidence, Cath left the room. Reaching to her belt, she pulled out a knife. The Thief preferred them to guns. Guns were noisy, guns missed. Knives were quiet. And Cath never missed.

The orange haired woman snuck to the nearest staircase. Cath figured elevators wouldn't be working, and even if they were, too noisy.

Like a cat, Cath lithely stepped down the stairs. Her target, the electrical room, was only a mere floor down.

But as she looked out of the stairwell doorway, she ducked her head back in.

Rolf Wright was standing by the electrical room's door, a rifle in his hand.

Normally, Cath could sneak up on him and get a lucky shot to the neck. But with his back to a wall, Rolf had an excellent vantage point. He could see both ways down the hall and kill any thing that approached.

Cath took cover behind the door as she waited for the opportune moment.

Ylissean Central Hospital
Hector Asten

"You mean we have to fight off assassins with one pistol!?" Hector whisper shouted.

Stefan nodded, "Not my fault. I was a bit too concerned about the Exalt to grab a weapon."

"'An agent is never disarmed,'" Hector quoted with a scowl. "You know Colby personally and you still haven't accepted that as law?"

"You're not even part of the WIA, shut up," Stefan growled as he cracked his knuckles.

"I used to be," Hector said firmly. "You take the gun. An agent is a weapon, I don't need it."

Stefan cocked the gun, "Bullets?"

"I don't have any reloads. Those six are all you've got," Hector said as he headed for the door.

Stefan took cover somewhere. Hector didn't notice, and Hector didn't care. He had a job to do.

The giant man walked into the hallway with no worry. Running a hand through his hair, he tried to remember a layout of the building. He'd been here for a job ages ago.

Hector failed to remember. Not that that surprised him.

So Hector was faced with a choice that had faced many, many people throughout history.

Go right or left.

The agent went left. It was always the left path.

Ylissean Central Hospital
Cath Faraday

Cath took another peek. The short green haired man still stood diligently like she assumed he was supposed to.

The orange haired woman pulled out a pistol. She wasn't that great with guns, but it seemed like her only choice.

Leaning up against the door, she was able to see a thin line of sight directly at Rolf. As quietly as Cath could, she pulled the hammer back and took aim.

Not too far away, the sound of a metal thing hitting the floor echoed throughout the hallway.

Rolf and faced the other way in less than a second. He stared down the hallway for several long seconds before slowly beginning to walk towards the noise.

Cath saw her chance and took it. She left her hiding spot and began to slowly creep to the electricity room door as Rolf walked the other way.

Cath kept the gun trained on Rolf's back, in case he were to turn suddenly. But the green haired man kept walking, looking for the source of the noise.

Cath gripped the handle of the door and silently opened it. No noise was emitted. Opening it, she slunk into the darkness of the room and quietly closed the door.

The agent swore softly. There was no light.

The Thief grabbed her cellphone out her pocket. It wasn't technically hers, but the person she lifted it from wouldn't notice. Actually, they probably would. It was a nice phone.

Cath flipped it open and used the light to help with her search.

It didn't take long. Cath found the master switch. Thankfully, it was merely turned off. All Cath had to do was flip it.

And that would alert Rolf immediately if he was back at his post.

Cath tucked the gun in the back of her pants and took out the knife. Quickly searching the room, she located something that would work for her plan: a screw.

Grasping it tightly, she took a deep breath. Then she threw it at the door.

Clink!

Silence…

Then the door burst open! Rolf stood in the doorway, his rifle pointed right at Cath. He smirked.

Cath flicked the master switch.

The light in the room flashed on. It startled Rolf, causing him to blink several times due to being blinded for several seconds.

Cath jumped at him, half silently and half with the speed of lightning. She took the knife and slashed at his neck.

She didn't miss.

Ylissean Central Hospital
Hector Asten

Hector wasn't doing too well. In the darkness, he'd knocked a metal spoon on the ground in the kitchen. The sound had been painfully loud, and now Hector hid in one of the large cabinets, waiting to see if anyone would come to investigate.

He waited there for about a minute before getting impatient and leaving his cover. No one was coming, so Hector assumed he's gotten lucky.

Hector was wrong.

Sneaking around was not Hector's strong suit. So when the tall, blue haired man stepped out into the hallway and was greeted by Boyd Wright, he did what was most natural for him.

Hector punched Boyd in the face with all the power he could muster.

There was an audible breaking noise that came after Hector's fist connected with Boyd's face. The assassin fell to the ground, dazed. Hector was surprised the man didn't scream out.

With a brief moment of thought, Hector appreciated how out of the three, it was Boyd he'd come across. Rolf and Oscar were much faster and would have shot Hector before he moved. But Boyd was the basher, and good at bashing and not reacting.

Hector was just like him, just a bit faster it seemed.

The agent grabbed Boyd and held him up by his neck. The green haired man looked at Hector, his eyes not really seeing the man.

"Drop. My. Brother," a voice came from Hector's right.

The agent moved with a speed that surprised himself. He quickly wrapped Boyd in a choke hold and held him in front of his body. When Hector looked at his assailant, he made eye contact with Oscar Wright pointing a gun at him.

"No," said Hector. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to say.

Oscar's kind looking face contorted as he clearly began to the hand motion of shooting.

"Hold it," spoke a familiar voice.

Oscar turned on the spot and was met with a gun aimed at him by Stefan Gerrard.

Oscar reached to his belt very quickly and pulled a gun out and pointed it at Hector, "Seems like we're at a stalemate."

"Indeed," Stefan commented. Hector could tell the green haired man was in deep concentration though.

Then the lights flashed on.

Hector blinked with surprise. He could guess he wasn't the only one who did.

A gunshot rang out.

Hector had no idea who fired, but at the sound the agent tightened his arm very quickly. A loud snap was heard as Boyd's neck was broken.

The blue haired man dropped the body and it landed on the ground in a thump. His vision returned and he saw a green haired man standing in front of him.

"There," said Stefan. "I only used one bullet." The Director handed the gun back to Hector. The large man wordlessly accepted it.

"Go check on your woman," Hector said. "I'll find Cath."

"Don't call the Exalt 'my woman,'" Stefan said.

"I just did," Hector said and walked away.

YIA Headquarters
Leila Gryfflet

"Here are your things," Sigurd said, handing Leila her badge and wallet.

"Thanks," said the purple haired woman.

Sigurd directed her to the front of the plumbing store, "I suppose it goes without mentioning, but don't mention this location to anyone."

"Of course," Leila said.

"And…" Sigurd began and trailed off. Leila tapped her foot and Sigurd regained his train of thought, "And if the YIA should ever need the police's cooperation, can I count on you?"

"Why would spies need the YPD?" asked Leila curiously.

Sigurd scratched his chin, "I…There's a storm coming Detective. Someone very dangerous is about to make his final play. I only hope we won't need your help. I only hope we can handle it on our own."

Sigurd left Leila with that cryptic reply. The Detective walked out of the store and left to track down a taxi.

The Shot Through The Heart Job
Mission: Accomplished

Author Note: Now things are gonna get fun. These last two Jobs will be closely linked. There's only six or seven chapters left in this fic. So sad, but it looks like we may be done by the end of February.

Fun fact, Oscar, Boyd and Rolf were all killed simultaneously.

"Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes."

-Jim Carrey