Chapter 3: The Hit
Diane had given him everything he needed and then some. She was able to uncover Alexie Monko's Social Security number, under normal circumstances this would have been rendered useless, but it seems that Mr. Redfield has been using this name quite a bit lately, buying many scientific devices.
All the purchases made under this name seem to have originated from Greenland. Specifically in the most northwest part of Greenland, in the Tundra.
In advance, for payment, Number Six was sent to St. Petersburg, Russia to assassinate yet another major political figure.
Russia has seen its fair share of bullets and bloodshed. Not exactly the greatest place for a hit. The guards are most likely well trained, and heavily armed, but Number Six knows how to get past that.
He arrived at the Metro Station, and calmly walked over to locker '172.' He used the key and opened the door. Within locker '172' was an SVD sniper rifle, ammo, a silenced pistol, and more ammo.
Number Six took all the weapons, and ammo and stuffed them deep within his coat. He shut the locker door and turned around to see a man eyeing him suspiciously.
He quickly ascended the stairs and exited the Metro Station. When he emerged from the Metro, he noticed it was snowing, and that the wind was blowing slightly, when he took his shot he would have to compensate for the wind factor.
Number Six walked down the street, and turned right at the intersection. The guards were becoming more prevalent, as he neared the Pushkin Building.
The guards were wearing Kevlar vest, and armed with SP12s (a quite formidable foe). The guards were pacing the length of the building, and Number Six knew there was no way he was going to get in the building unseen.
Number Six surveyed the area further and noticed generals in the second story of the Pushkin Building. He also realized that directly on the other side of the street was a building that had "восстанавливать" on it, in English it meant renovating.
Number Six walked over to the building and casually entered the through the door. He sprinted up the stairs to the fourth floor, and pulled out his SVD Sniper Rifle, and crouched down. He aimed the rifle to the window where the generals sat conversing.
"Diane, I need some information on my target."
"Number Six, this is Diane. I'm leafing through some records that we received from last year, it appears that he is a non-smoker."
"Good, narrows it down a little. Do you have anything else?"
"Just a second, aw I found a picture of him, it appears that he is bald."
"That doesn't do me much good considering they are all wearing hats, except for one."
"It also appears he likes to drink a lot." As Diane said this statement one of the men chugged down a glass of Brandy.
"Target Acquired!" Number Six fired his gun, shattering glass, wood, and bone. He watched for a few moments as the body went limp, and lifelessly fell to the ground.
The Generals looked at the body, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Once the other Generals realized that one amongst them had succumbed to his fate, they looked out the window, saw a sniper and ran towards the doors.
Number Six realized that the building being renovated would soon come under attack by the bodyguards, therefore he took the SVD Sniper Rifle and left. He walked to the window on the building's west corner. I pushed the window open and climbed out. He placed his feet on the ledge, taking care not to slip and fall. He was about forty feet from the ground.
He gingerly shifted his weight so that he would be as close to the wall as physically possible. He scooted across the ledge, trying to get to the fire escape, so that he would not be seen by any bodyguards. The ledge was slippery, due to the fact that it was snowing, and that the wind was blowing.
Carefully, ever so carefully he moved, trying not to make any snowfall. Three stories below, the bodyguards were entering the building, rushing in from every entrance. Number Six edged closer towards the fire escape.
The wind began to pick up, and Zane slipped, falling over the ledge. At the very last moment, he grabbed the icy ledge. I held on for dear life. Once he collected himself, he began to move hand by hand. He moved slowly, trying not to slip, for if he did he would plummet three stories to his death.
Suddenly he slipped, the icy ledge crumbled beneath his grip. Falling, falling. Lucky he only fell about twelve feet before he gripping a pole of the fire escape. He calmly sauntered down the fire escape, leaving utter chaos behind him.
Number Six walked back to the Metro, hoping that he wasn't being followed. He entered the train and pulled out his cell phone.
"Diane. This is Number Six. I need a ticket to the northwest corner of Greenland. My end of the deal is complete."
"How soon do you need them?"
"As soon as possible."