47 was going deaf…only temporarily though. The top of the Z4 was down as he flew down the highway at close to 140mph, his eyes were locked steady on the road ahead…and the pair of headlights behind him that was slowly creeping forward, and had been doing so since he left the hotel his last target had been at. His next objective was in a small town called Vero Beach on the east coast of Florida. The car flew down I-95, and the vehicle following him drew ever closer. 47 floored the accelerator, and the RPM's slowly began to climb. With his right hand, he drew one of his silverballer pistols, and placed it on the passenger's seat. He was certain it would end up a shoot-out, but seeing an exit ramp, he had an idea. He slowly drifted towards the off ramp as if he was going to exit, then killed the car's lights, being sure not to touch the brakes, but letting off the gas to bring the exhaust noise down. He shot past the ramp, and kept his eyes on the rear-view mirror. His plan worked brilliantly, the tailing car flew down the ramp, braking hard to prevent a roll. 47 counted to 5 after he cleared the over pass, and turned the lights back on. Scant few vehicles were on the road, except for a few semi trucks.
After
another five minutes, 47 took the exit onto Indrio road, making a
left. He flew down the street well over the posted 45mph speed limit,
until he came to an intersection, making another left, then turning
into the plaza to stop at the fast food place. He parked the BMW, and
put the top up, locking the doors, being sure to get his other gun
off the seat. He walked around behind the restaurant quietly, and
double checking no one was looking, he hopped over the small fence.
There, planted next to the roof access ladder, was a suitcase with
the Hitman logo on it. 47 picked it up, climbed back over the
fence…and saw three teenage boys with skateboards staring into the
windows. 47 grinned, and touched the lock button on the keyless
entry. The car's horn sounded, and the three jumped back in
surprise. He came around the corner, and asked "can I help you
boys?" in an annoyed tone. None of them said anything, and just
took off at a run. 47 climbed in, started the engine, and headed
north. Finally, he came to a neighborhood called "Holiday Pines".
He turned in, and made the first right, following the road down past
the curve and too a somewhat large house that had 3 vehicles in the
driveway.
Two of them were unspectacular, the other was a Red 1999
Mitsubishi Eclipse, and its driver was the target. 47 killed the
lights and parked the car. He opened the briefcase to find his
equipment, a car bomb, and an advanced detonator, set to go off when
the vehicle entered 5th gear. 47 approached silently, and
planted the bomb in the large, carbon fiber, chrome exhaust tip.
He reached deep into the exhaust pipe, and planted the bomb, along with the advanced detonator that would detect a 5th drop off of RPM's. The next device in the suitcase had been a satellite controlled remote camera. The chief moved to the mailbox, and placed the camera on the post just under the box. A tiny red light that was barely visible came on, and then shut off just as it appeared. The chief now had a long wait in store for him as he had to confirm the target's death. He got back in the Z4, and went out the neighborhood the same way he came in, turning left to head north. After a short trip, the road curved to the right, leading to and heavily damaged gas station that was barely in order after the hurricanes. He pulled in, parked the Z4, and killed the engine, setting a simple watch alarm for 9AM, when the Target supposedly was leaving for work. 47 closed his eyes, waiting…
The alarm
went off at 9, and 47 opened his eyes promptly. Traffic was flowing
steadily to his right on US1, and it was about time for his target to
leave. He waited for an hour, and there was no explosion…then, to
his disbelief, his target's vehicle rolled up to the light. 47 was
amazed, the bomb had been a dud. He reacted quickly, and pulled his
guns, jumping out of the car, and opened fire. The first shots blew
the right side tires open, and the second and third punched into the
glass, shattering the passenger's window. The objective was a young
man, about 18 years of age, with sloppy brown hair and blue eyes.
The
third round from each pistol both punched into the side of his head,
blowing his brains onto the driver's side window, and spraying
blood and gore, with bits of grey matter onto the door as well. The
kid sunk dead, and 47 got back in the car as people sped away. Less
than 5 seconds had elapsed. He quickly pulled across traffic heading
north bound…when the red and blue lights came on behind him, an
amplified voice yelling at him to stop immediately and surrender. 47
had no time for local law enforcement. He slammed on the gas, and the
BMW rocketed forwards. Traffic was moderate at this hour, and he
dodged cars, changing lanes as more officers began to join the chase.
His speedometer read 125 as he shot through a major intersection at
Oslo road, a helicopter circling overhead. 47 licked his lips and
gripped the hand-break.
The car's tires squealed as he
pulled it home and dropped into neutral, cutting the wheel to the
left. The vehicle spun around in a tight circle across the median,
and into the southbound lane. More than 5 police vehicles went
sailing past him as pulled into the local Chrysler dealership. He
slammed on the breaks as he drifted the car around the back of the
building, leaping out into the grass as the BMW slammed into a
concrete pillar.
He drew his pistols and quickly attached the
silencers to both of them. Cop cars rolled into the dealership, the
helicopter circling overhead, and he could hear them fanning out
quickly. 47 stayed crouched in a clump of bushes, watching as they
moved to the car, armed with shotguns. SWAT units wouldn't be too
far behind, but he'd given them a good amount of space to
search…around and under every car in the dealership…and oddly
enough, the RV's parked nearby. 47 simply turned around, holstered
his weapons, and jogged through the bushes. He came to a small animal
clinic at the next light, and moved into the parking lot, eyeing for
a good fast car. He spotted just what he needed, the back of the
small roadster saying "CROSSFIRE SRT-6".
Just as he climbed over the locked doors…on a convertible with the top down, a man yelled "FREEZE"! 47 turned, and saw the officer aiming his handgun at 47 from about 70 feet. 47 didn't even hesitate, he drew with his right hand, and fired. The .45ACP round blew the officer's knee apart, and he dropped, screaming. Sirens wailed as the police came screaming in towards the clinic, but 47 was already quickly pulling out, north onto Old Dixie road. He punched the throttle, and the roar of a supercharged engine came to his ears. 47 saw SWAT cars closing up with him quickly, and he calculated that to reach his destination without a tail he would have to loose them or else eliminate the entire tail. He turned, and fired a single shot. The bullet caught the driver of the lead car in the face, and his vehicle careened out of control to slam into oncoming traffic. 47 took a quick right past a big red building labeled "J and J Auto works", and nearly gulped as he saw a dead end…then got an idea. He left the car running at the end of the cul-de-sac, and ran back towards the car shop. It was closed on Sunday, so no one was there and the gates were locked, but 47 climbed over the fence and dropped behind the body of a horribly rusted 92 thunderbird. The cops sped into the cul-de-sac seconds later, surrounding the place. 47 saw a door near an air-conditioning unit, and pulled his lock pick. He quickly got the door open and entered an employee locker room. He moved to the left, into a garage, where several cars were parked, one on a lift.
47 moved quickly to the front of the building and found a
phone. He dialed a memorized number, and quickly, his employer picked
up. "Yeah." He said bluntly. "Target number two eliminated. The
bomb was a dud, I shot him, but SWAT is after me." He said
simply.
There was a brief pause, then… "I understand.
Excellent work eliminating the target. Contact me once you're clear
of a tail for your payment and next assignment." He said.
47
hung up. Just as he was about to start looking for the keys to some
of the cars he saw, he heard men moving through the shop. 47 drew his
pistols, and loaded fresh clips into them. Just as he turned around,
a SWAT man came around the corner…and had two bullets blow his head
apart. The body flew backwards into a display case, shattering the
glass and spraying blood and gore all over the wall, his grey matter
smeared across the front of his black armor. 47 grabbed his boots and
hauled him into the small room he was in, stripping him
quickly.
When he emerged, he was wearing a full SWAT uniform, and had the protection of Kevlar armor, and was now in possession of an MP5. He made sure the ski mask covered his face, and moved out into the hall, jamming the door with a chair inside. To his right, someone shouted "CLEAR!" 47 swallowed hard and yelled "CLEAR!" as well. He moved back into the first garage, and saw another SWAT man with a large pump-action, 10 gauge shotgun. 47 crouched, and moved behind a small Civic, moving slowly. Putting the MP5 over his shoulder, he pulled the silverballer, and took aim. He fired one round, and the bullet went cleanly into one temple and out the other, scattering blood and bits of bone across the conveniently red colored car lift. 47 jogged to the man's body, and quickly stashed under the car, policing the shotgun, stashing it in the underside of the vehicle on the lift. With that he stepped outside, seeing the gate open and a SWAT van parked at the bottom. Quietly, he slipped out of the compound, and headed back towards the Chrysler. It appeared that the majority of the forces were looking in the woods and the other buildings. 47 wanted to chuckle as he jumped into the Crossfire and sped away from the scene…
