I finally decided to do a sequel to "Assassination." I hope you like it.
Assassination 2
The headquarters of the ShinRa Corporation were in chaos. The President, after surviving his brush with Diamond Weapon and emerging seemingly unscathed, had been taken down by an assassin's single bullet. No one had seen the culprit, and the weapon used hadn't been found, despite the entire crowd having been contained for search and questioning.
Although he was rather tall--just short of six feet, in fact--the young man who strode calmly through the midst of the chaos in the lobby went unnoticed. He wore a long-sleeved navy shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the collar unbuttoned. The shirt tails weren't tucked in, hanging over his black slacks halfway to his knees. Black dress shoes looked freshly shined. His head and face were hidden by the black baseball cap he wore low over his eyes. Hands in his pockets, he headed into the executive elevator.
A few strands of orange-tinted blond hair fell from beneath his cap as he pulled out the keycard he had hidden there. He inserted the card in the slot and pressed the button for the 69th floor. He looked up towards the roof of the elevator as it ascended.
There was a quiet *ding* as the elevator reached its destination, and the doors slid open. The young man stepped out and followed the semi-hallway to the reception desks at the foot of the stairs to the 70th floor.
"Oh, sir!" A receptionist stood from where she sat behind the desk. "You can't go up there, it's re-"
She was cut off as the young man's hand came out of his pocket, holding a small, silenced handgun. A quick squeeze of the trigger, and the woman fell, blood leaving an interesting spray pattern on the wall behind where she stood. Blood soaked into her brown dress-suit and pooled around her body, pumped through the hole that was once her left eye until her heart went into shock and stopped beating a few moments later.
"Oh my god!"
The young man turned to the other secretary, another squeeze of the trigger putting a neat round hole in the center of her forehead. She fell, and he went on up the stairs without bothering to watch the life draining from her prone body.
Once in the office that took up the 70th floor, he removed the cap and dropped it to the floor, running long, thin fingers through boyish orange-blond hair. A few strands fell into his ice-blue eyes, not quite distracting from the brilliant Mako glow they emitted.
The three blue-suited figures gathered around the desk lifted their heads as the man dropped his gun, the noise echoing through the room. He smirked at the expressions on their faces: three nearly-identical pictures of shock.
"P..President Rufus!?" the blond Turk gasped out, her face pale.
"Surprise," he said, a twisted smirk etching itself deeply on his handsome, boyish face.
..::maniacal giggle:: What's going on here? Is this turning into a series? ..Maybe. Find out next time.