Chapter 2
He watched the girl fall to the ground and he pulled away from his night vision scope. Damn, he had missed the heart completely. The girl had flinched as he pulled the trigger, throwing his aim off. The telepath must have sensed something was off, but not soon enough. The bullet had hit her in the chest and she would probably die before help arrived. His boss had made sure of that. He had to give the wacko credit, causing a wreck on Main St. to block off the police had been a brilliant plan. It would be at least another ten minutes before the police got there and by then it would be too late.
He pulled back from his rifle and pulled a rag out of his pocket. Even though he was wearing gloves he wiped the gun off. The boss wanted it left at the scene and he wanted to make sure nothing could be traced back to him. He just wanted to get his money and get out of town.
As he finished wiping down the gun, he thought about the money. Hundred grand for one kid wasn't bad. He had offered to take out all three for a flat rate, but the boss had refused. The sicko wanted to toy with them. It would have been so easy to take out the brunette tonight, but he wouldn't dare go against the boss. The man may have helped him escape from prison, but the nut sure wasn't someone he wanted to cross. The man was a lunatic.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the folded note that was also to be left. He wouldn't want to be in those girls' shoes. He didn't know what they had done to the man, but whatever it was it must have been bad because the man wanted to destroy them.
He didn't want to stay in town any longer. He wanted to get his money and get out, because after tonight New Gotham would never be the same again. And he didn't want to stick around to watch it fall.
He placed the note beside the gun and stood up. He looked towards the alley, one last time. Without his night vision, though, he could see nothing but shadows. He smirked and turned to walk away. Yes, after tonight everything would change.
He watched the girl fall to the ground and he pulled away from his night vision scope. Damn, he had missed the heart completely. The girl had flinched as he pulled the trigger, throwing his aim off. The telepath must have sensed something was off, but not soon enough. The bullet had hit her in the chest and she would probably die before help arrived. His boss had made sure of that. He had to give the wacko credit, causing a wreck on Main St. to block off the police had been a brilliant plan. It would be at least another ten minutes before the police got there and by then it would be too late.
He pulled back from his rifle and pulled a rag out of his pocket. Even though he was wearing gloves he wiped the gun off. The boss wanted it left at the scene and he wanted to make sure nothing could be traced back to him. He just wanted to get his money and get out of town.
As he finished wiping down the gun, he thought about the money. Hundred grand for one kid wasn't bad. He had offered to take out all three for a flat rate, but the boss had refused. The sicko wanted to toy with them. It would have been so easy to take out the brunette tonight, but he wouldn't dare go against the boss. The man may have helped him escape from prison, but the nut sure wasn't someone he wanted to cross. The man was a lunatic.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the folded note that was also to be left. He wouldn't want to be in those girls' shoes. He didn't know what they had done to the man, but whatever it was it must have been bad because the man wanted to destroy them.
He didn't want to stay in town any longer. He wanted to get his money and get out, because after tonight New Gotham would never be the same again. And he didn't want to stick around to watch it fall.
He placed the note beside the gun and stood up. He looked towards the alley, one last time. Without his night vision, though, he could see nothing but shadows. He smirked and turned to walk away. Yes, after tonight everything would change.