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The many escapades of Zarbon
Zarbon does assassin work
In a run down and mostly abandoned apartment building located somewhere in Shonen City, Zarbon was in one of the apartments that was located on the top floor. Looking out the window down to the streets below, Zarbon had a good view of the 4-20 convenience store located across the street, along with the Mooncents name brand coffee shop next to it.
But it was the former that Zarbon had his eyes on.
Zarbon stretched a bit to relieve some tension, showing off the sleek black suit he wore, with white dress shirt underneath, a black tie, a pair of dress pants to compliment the suit, and a pair of shiny black dress shoes. However, it should be noted that Zarbon had with him a rather advanced looking model of sniper rifle. He was dressed to kill.
He also liked it that he looked good at the same time.
As Zarbon waited, he heard a knock at the front door of the apartment that he was in. Getting up, Zarbon went over to the door to answer it, revealing a late twenties woman dressed the same as him, save for how she also wore a pair of sunglasses. She was slender, with long hime-style cut auburn hair that ever so slightly bounced as she made her way past Zarbon and into the apartment, with Zarbon closing the door behind her.
"It's good you found the stake-out spot, new guy," the woman said, the tone of her voice neutral and business-like, very similar to what could be seen of her face, "This is a hit whose importance cannot be stressed enough."
"Well it's my first assassination job in the organization, so I aim to impress," replied the elite space warrior from another planet, "So who's the target?"
Gesturing to the window that gave a good view of the stores across the street, the woman said, "The target is an early twenties woman named Elwyn Kamagawa, a white woman who married a Japanese man."
Zarbon nodded in understanding. "That explains the clashing first and last names of the target. Are there any characteristics she has that I should be made aware of?"
The woman nodded in the affirmative. "She's got yellow blonde hair in a style and length similar to my own, and her ears have something of a notable point to them, sort of like an elf's ears. The pointed ears are a simple birth defect that she had been born with. She's also immensely fat, which makes her impossible to miss."
Giving a single nod to confirm that he got a good picture on who to look out for, Zarbon looked out the window that gave him a good view of the businesses across the street. The curtains were drawn so that no one would be able to spot him by chance, although his sniper rifle let him see what all was going on down below with the scope.
Eventually, Zarbon spotted a woman matching the description on Elwyn he was given walk (sort of waddle) towards the 4-20 store. Long blonde hair styled like that of the assassin woman who was with Zarbon, incredibly fat so she had to weigh at least 230kg, and Zarbon saw the points to her ears that made them look elven.
Zarbon focused on the target. "I see her approaching the front doors to the 4-20," said Zarbon, "She's stopping to pull something out of her purse."
"Take the shot while she's standing still," the woman with Zarbon said. He pulled the trigger, and one shot that was suppressed later a fat lady with elf-like ears dropped dead across the street, with some nearby passersby panicking because some lady had just dropped dead in front of the 4-20. As the woman with Zarbon got up, she pulled out a burner phone to make a call. "The new guy just killed the target. We're exiting the building now. Meet us in the designated spot by entering through the rear."
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!" Zarbon cried out in aroused, sensual pleasure as he and the woman with him quickly gathered all of their stuff before making their flawless getaway, never letting it slip that they were even there in the first place.
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Zarbon was paid quite well for the assassination that he had just carried out, enough so that it could have on its own pay for the task Zarbon had to go and become president for a while ago in order to pull off. The elite space warrior from another planet had no need to worry about money for a while, but then again it gave him free time to worry about other things.
Like who exactly had ordered the hit on Elwyn Kamagawa, as well as why they would want the fat woman with elf-like ears dead. The matter would give Zarbon reason to wonder as he counted his payment from the hit later that evening at home.
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Later in an undisclosed location, the woman who was with Zarbon during the hit on Elwyn made a call. "It's me. The fat elf is dead."
A man on the other end of the line chuckled. "Good, Zafina, good. This will be what triggers the war between humans and elves."
Author's notes;
This chapter came about while I was doing my second go through of the Dark Brotherhood quest line in Skyrim. Anyway, this chapter will be an indicator for things to come in the future, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Either way, take care.