Ace of Spades
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One: Finch's Landing
Claudia dropped the magnum to the floor before dropping her leather gloved hand to her waist. Brushing back her black tailored jacket, she crouched down beside Nero, her smooth face drawn cold and bored looking. Reaching out her right hand, she felt for a pulse at the neck. There was none. Tilting her head, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, she studied her work. Snorting quietly, a mild smirk floated to her cold lips.
"Ding Dong, the bastard's dead."
Set to her task, she searched his pockets, and found nothing but a cell phone, similar to hers, yet a steel blue color rather than silver. Frowning, she sighed softly. It wasn't here. She was tempted to search the house, but fought against it. If it wasn't on his person, it wasn't in the house. Nero didn't play those games. Things suddenly began to look gloomy; she already had enough on her plate without having to go on a wild goose chase.
Biting her lip, she looked about the room, just wanting to think for a few moments. Her eyes rested upon the red telephone on the oak table, beside the ivory colored leather couch. Suppressing another smirk, she looked back down at Nero's body. Reaching with her right hand, she put her gloved fingers in the pool of blood seeping out from beneath him. Standing up, she glided over to it with a certain feline grace. Using her left hand, she picked up the receiver and pushed a single button. Redial. Lifting it up to her ear, she waited as several seconds passed until she heard a voice on the other end.
"Altec's Bar, Ace City."
Hanging up, Claudia considered her options. Something was happening at Altec's Bar, and was fortunately in Ace City, right on her way. However, it was a slightly suspicious; perhaps it would be wise not to go. But the temptation was a little too unbearable. Why was Mr. Octavian calling someone not on his approved list of contacts? Oh yes, she knew all about Nero; she did quite a bit of research about him. A rather impressive resume; pity he was no longer with them. Perhaps it was stored there. The perfect place to hide something's of its nature; in a place very few people would think to look.
Looking at her right hand, she clasped the receiver, smearing it slightly. Enough to look like fingers had clasped there, but not enough to get a print. Decimating the wires connecting it to the outside world, she then made her way back over to Nero. Now, to get rid of him. Grabbing the collar of his jacket, she pulled it off of him and whipped it out in the main hallway. Blood splattered the walls and floor. Bundling it up, she threw it into the fireplace. Taking off her own jacket, she placed it beneath him. In a quick, careful drag, she managed to pull him into the large fireplace. Panting slightly, she looked back. Good, she thought, no signs of dragging the bloody bastard. Thankfully, carefulness paid off. No blood dotted her shirt. Taking out her gold lighter, she looked down at Nero once more. Bending down, she set fire to his sleeve. Slowly, the flames took over. Mesmerized, she stepped back, watching him burn for a few moments. But there wasn't enough time. Taking off her gloves, she threw them into the flames, picked up the cell phones and file, and headed out the main door.
"And it was such a nice jacket," she commented to herself as she slipped on her thin, black sunglasses. Heading to her black Saturn, she eyed it in distaste. Definitely not her kind of car, but at least it wouldn't stick out. Electronically opening the doors, she tossed the cell phones and file onto the front passenger seat. Heading to the trunk, she popped it open, before pulling up the flooring of the trunk to reveal a key hole. Using a small key on her ring of keys, all for various missions, houses, and reasons, she unlocked the compartment to reveal a small group of guns. She took out a small 9 mm, before closing it all up again.
Moving back to the front, she got in and slammed the door shut. Before her, she could take the path to the main North-South highway. Behind her, she could go back to the small dusty path that leaked out into western Spade County. Luckily, she knew all the shortcuts. Turning around, she took the dusty path once more before cutting off into a mildly beaten path that lead to the North South highway- a tip only the locals knew about, with the exception of a few.
Two: Finch's Landing
Alucard Michaels and William Goldman sat crouched in a great oak tree, each clutching a pair of binoculars.
"Look-Will, ya see the smoke?" Michaels lowered his binoculars, and flashed a grin at Goldman.
"Yeah. We better get going if we're going to get there before the police do."
And, together, they climbed back to the ground and set off to the lake house of the late Nero Octavian.
Three: Altec's Bar, Ace City
Jesse McGuire hung up the phone, mildly annoyed. Didn't people have consideration any more these days? Just hung up without a word. Shaking his head, he looked back down at the crate of dishware that had to be put away in the back room. It had been a slow day. Tuesdays always were. To add to the loneliness, everyone called out that day, so he was left working alone.
Bending down, he tried not to groan as he took the crate back and maneuvered between all the boxes and equipment scattered over the floor. Finally reaching an empty spot of shelf space, he set it down, panting. Wiping his brow with his sleeve, he couldn't wait for the day to be over. He was so tired of carting boxes around.
"Jesse McGuire?" A voice from behind.
Surprised and confused, Jesse turned around. "Yes?"
One minute later, Jesse McGuire laid dead on the floor, strangled to death.
