Mackey, Australia
"Dixon I just saw two, I just saw three guards they're dead. Dixon?!" I said frantically into my Comm device, getting only static in reply. I dropped it and removed the transmitter belt; I had a bad feeling about this, and wanted to be as agile as possible just in case trouble showed up. Suddenly my attention was drawn to another room by the sound of dishes being dropped and someone moaning. I quickly made my way toward the source of the noise. I made it just in time to see Calder a second before he died.
"Oh no! Calder!" I exclaimed, attracting the attention of his assassin. He was wearing a ski mask and holding an ice pick, The Snowman. We stared at each other for a second before I charged at him using various kickboxing techniques, which he met with obvious skill. I managed to get in a good punch in the face, and it threw him long enough for me to be able to slam his head against the edge of the counter and knock the ice pick out of his hand. I shoved him to the floor and grabbed the ice pick off the counter. I got in a few more kicks and punches in before he hit me in the stomach with a cutting board. After a couple more hits the cutting board broke. His next weapon was a meat mallet. I managed to intercept with a frying pan; however, he eventually kicked me in the chin, which threw me back against the counter. My hand closed around a knife and a whirled around just in time to avoid another swing from The Snowman. In a matter of seconds he had me on my back on the counter with the mallet firmly against my neck, and twisted my wrist until I had to drop the knife. I brought my left leg up with the intention of kicking him upside the head, this plan however back fired with I accidentally kicked the hanging rack above us. The misplaced kick rattled it just enough to knock off one of the cast iron pans, which fell right into my face. I woke up when I heard someone calling my name. "Syd are you alright?!" Dixon said
looking down at me in alarm. "Ca-, Calder," I managed to gasp out, "Calder's dead."
"I know, we've got an extraction team on the way. Whoever it was got away, we haven't been able to find him." Dixon said regretfully. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, only to have about a gallon of blood drain out of my nose and into my mouth. I instantly gagged and began coughing it onto my chin and down my shirt.
"Careful, careful!" Dixon said and gently held a towel against my nose, almost as if I were his little sister and had hurt myself falling off my bike. I smiled at him gratefully.
"Dixon I just saw two, I just saw three guards they're dead. Dixon?!" I said frantically into my Comm device, getting only static in reply. I dropped it and removed the transmitter belt; I had a bad feeling about this, and wanted to be as agile as possible just in case trouble showed up. Suddenly my attention was drawn to another room by the sound of dishes being dropped and someone moaning. I quickly made my way toward the source of the noise. I made it just in time to see Calder a second before he died.
"Oh no! Calder!" I exclaimed, attracting the attention of his assassin. He was wearing a ski mask and holding an ice pick, The Snowman. We stared at each other for a second before I charged at him using various kickboxing techniques, which he met with obvious skill. I managed to get in a good punch in the face, and it threw him long enough for me to be able to slam his head against the edge of the counter and knock the ice pick out of his hand. I shoved him to the floor and grabbed the ice pick off the counter. I got in a few more kicks and punches in before he hit me in the stomach with a cutting board. After a couple more hits the cutting board broke. His next weapon was a meat mallet. I managed to intercept with a frying pan; however, he eventually kicked me in the chin, which threw me back against the counter. My hand closed around a knife and a whirled around just in time to avoid another swing from The Snowman. In a matter of seconds he had me on my back on the counter with the mallet firmly against my neck, and twisted my wrist until I had to drop the knife. I brought my left leg up with the intention of kicking him upside the head, this plan however back fired with I accidentally kicked the hanging rack above us. The misplaced kick rattled it just enough to knock off one of the cast iron pans, which fell right into my face. I woke up when I heard someone calling my name. "Syd are you alright?!" Dixon said
looking down at me in alarm. "Ca-, Calder," I managed to gasp out, "Calder's dead."
"I know, we've got an extraction team on the way. Whoever it was got away, we haven't been able to find him." Dixon said regretfully. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, only to have about a gallon of blood drain out of my nose and into my mouth. I instantly gagged and began coughing it onto my chin and down my shirt.
"Careful, careful!" Dixon said and gently held a towel against my nose, almost as if I were his little sister and had hurt myself falling off my bike. I smiled at him gratefully.