Chapter 2: Silencing A Rouge
Pierre slowly brought his head level with the scope of the sniper rifle, making sure not to make a sound. The bustling city was quiet and still at this time of night, and he didn't want to alert anyone to his presence. The only people who walked the streets below him were mostly businessmen coming home from a long days work, but of coarse his target would also be among them.
Pierre scanned the city streets below him for a man in his early thirties with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Luckily, this wasn't the only information he had been given, the distinguishing factors in this man that Pierre would be looking for was that this man would be walking with a severe and would be missing an index finger on his left hand both from a nasty meeting with one of Umbrella's pets. Pierre would be confident without all of the information he had, but with what he had it would make the man a dead man walking. Pierre's training had been second to none and he was confident in his abilities.
This is way too easy, this guy isn't going to have a chance, and with this mission on my record I will be on my way to becoming Umbrella's right hand man. No one will stand in my way, the other students aren't even close to where I am and not near as flawless, Pierre said to himself as he continued to watch the streets.
Richard Kelly picked up his pace as he realized that it was already dark. He didn't want to be out in the open at night, especially with all that he had seen. He had seen horrible monsters made by a mystery virus that roamed the streets. He had seen people sent to slaughter at the will of one man in Umbrella. These things ruled his dreams and roamed through his mind when he was awake. He had to tell the police or the press, whoever would listen about Umbrella's bio weapons division. They couldn't continue killing innocent people to the highest bidder.
As Richard Kelly turned the corner to his small apartment two lone shots rang out in his ears. He didn't feel anything at first and thought that maybe it hadn't been a gun at all, but when he looked down he saw two crimson blossoms of blood begin to appear on his business suit. All he heard as he slumped against the wall into a puddle of his own blood was people screaming, and then there was nothing.
Pierre silently scolded himself for not going for a direct kill with a headshot, but he had wanted to make the man suffer as he had when his parents left him. Well, no harm done I suppose, he died either way. Headquarters won't get upset over how I did it. Pierre quickly brought himself upright and ran his dark gloved hand through his light blonde hair. I'm getting better, I didn't even break a sweat, Pierre though to himself as he strode across the roof of the building to his exit.
Lord Spencer unwillingly pulled his eyes away from the small monitor that he had been watching. The screen was frozen on a picture of a young man, blonde hair draped around his eyes with unnaturally light blue eyes, as he walked across the roof of a building.
"Well gentlemen, that is Pierre Dupree our future for the company," Spencer spoke to a group of men gathered around an elegant marble table.
"He did do quite well for his first mission, but are you sure that he needs to start training with BOWs. Yes, he is good, but I have seen many fall when they were put in a room with the HUNTERS," a shadowed man spoke.
"I am sure of this boy, he is at the top of his class, he doesn't let emotion get in the way of business, and it would progress his ability greatly if his skill was tested with some of our BOWs. Besides, he might as well get used to it now since we are going to need him if we have any "accidental" outbreaks," Lord Spencer said closing off arguments as he gestured them out of the room.
Pierre slowly brought his head level with the scope of the sniper rifle, making sure not to make a sound. The bustling city was quiet and still at this time of night, and he didn't want to alert anyone to his presence. The only people who walked the streets below him were mostly businessmen coming home from a long days work, but of coarse his target would also be among them.
Pierre scanned the city streets below him for a man in his early thirties with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Luckily, this wasn't the only information he had been given, the distinguishing factors in this man that Pierre would be looking for was that this man would be walking with a severe and would be missing an index finger on his left hand both from a nasty meeting with one of Umbrella's pets. Pierre would be confident without all of the information he had, but with what he had it would make the man a dead man walking. Pierre's training had been second to none and he was confident in his abilities.
This is way too easy, this guy isn't going to have a chance, and with this mission on my record I will be on my way to becoming Umbrella's right hand man. No one will stand in my way, the other students aren't even close to where I am and not near as flawless, Pierre said to himself as he continued to watch the streets.
Richard Kelly picked up his pace as he realized that it was already dark. He didn't want to be out in the open at night, especially with all that he had seen. He had seen horrible monsters made by a mystery virus that roamed the streets. He had seen people sent to slaughter at the will of one man in Umbrella. These things ruled his dreams and roamed through his mind when he was awake. He had to tell the police or the press, whoever would listen about Umbrella's bio weapons division. They couldn't continue killing innocent people to the highest bidder.
As Richard Kelly turned the corner to his small apartment two lone shots rang out in his ears. He didn't feel anything at first and thought that maybe it hadn't been a gun at all, but when he looked down he saw two crimson blossoms of blood begin to appear on his business suit. All he heard as he slumped against the wall into a puddle of his own blood was people screaming, and then there was nothing.
Pierre silently scolded himself for not going for a direct kill with a headshot, but he had wanted to make the man suffer as he had when his parents left him. Well, no harm done I suppose, he died either way. Headquarters won't get upset over how I did it. Pierre quickly brought himself upright and ran his dark gloved hand through his light blonde hair. I'm getting better, I didn't even break a sweat, Pierre though to himself as he strode across the roof of the building to his exit.
Lord Spencer unwillingly pulled his eyes away from the small monitor that he had been watching. The screen was frozen on a picture of a young man, blonde hair draped around his eyes with unnaturally light blue eyes, as he walked across the roof of a building.
"Well gentlemen, that is Pierre Dupree our future for the company," Spencer spoke to a group of men gathered around an elegant marble table.
"He did do quite well for his first mission, but are you sure that he needs to start training with BOWs. Yes, he is good, but I have seen many fall when they were put in a room with the HUNTERS," a shadowed man spoke.
"I am sure of this boy, he is at the top of his class, he doesn't let emotion get in the way of business, and it would progress his ability greatly if his skill was tested with some of our BOWs. Besides, he might as well get used to it now since we are going to need him if we have any "accidental" outbreaks," Lord Spencer said closing off arguments as he gestured them out of the room.
