Chapter 2: The Hitman

"Oh my God, Misty! How much money did you spend shopping?" Rally asked looking dumbstruck at all the clothes.

"Oh come on, Rally," Misty whined, "You've got to learn to spend money on things other than your car and guns."

Rally folded her arms and raised an eyebrow; "You did buy this stuff, right?"

" Aww, Rally of course I bought this stuff. Why would you think anything else?" Misty said with a grin.

"Misty." Rally said, her voice becoming serious.

"Chill out, Rally. I'm just messing with you," she giggled, " What crawled up your ass today? Usually you're in a happy mood."

"Sorry. I had a really boring day and on top of that I pulled my gun on a potential customer and a possible murderer." Rally sighed.

Misty's eyes widened with curiosity, "You drew your gun on him? Why? And what do you mean a possible murderer!" Misty said sitting down on her bed wanting to hear more.

"This guy came in the shop after Greg stopped by to pick up his 9mm. The man seemed a bit, unusual. I just didn't have a good feeling about him. It's hard to explain." Rally said trying to make sense to Misty.

" I get ya, it was your woman's intuition kicking in. So what happened?" Misty asked, wanting to hear the gossip.

"Well, we started to talk and then he opened his jacket and he had a concealed .45 hidden in it. He was reaching for it," Rally continued, "so I drew out my CZ75 and told him not to move. He told me he was just going to show it to me and he had a license to carry a concealed weapon…."

Rally continued the story and kept on watching Misty's reaction when she finally finished. Misty looked at Rally with an odd look in her eye then finally asked, "Was he hot?"

Rally was taken by surprise from the question, "What!"

"Was he hot?" she repeated.

Rally never really thought about that until she was put on the spot and forced to think about it. "He wasn't ugly, if that's what you want to know."

"Oh come on, Rally! It's a simple question. I know you still remember his face, you never forget a face." Misty inquired.

"Why do you want to know? You afraid I might like a guy and not you?" Rally asked with a smirk.

Misty's face turned red, "No! I- I'm just curious that's all."

"Sure. All right if you must know he was good looking. He had green eyes, short hair, and he was pretty tall, taller than me anyway, and he looked fit, like a person who runs a lot." Rally explained.

"Was he as tall as Bean?" Misty asked.

"God, no. Bean is an Ogre. This guy was probably 6'1, give or take."

"Do you remember his name?"

"Ummm, Adam, Adam Taylor. I called out his name and he seemed a little shocked when I did. I was trying to figure out why he would be, then I remembered where I had seen him from," Rally said, as she began to trail off, "Well enough with the questions, I am starved. I'll be in the kitchen if May comes back. She is going to want to hear all about what happened today."

"Adam Taylor? Why does that name sound familiar?" Misty said to herself.

It was nine-fifteen and Adam was taking the elevator up to see his old high school buddy, Frank. Adam just finished delivering a shipment of assault rifles to a few customers who were willing to pay sixty grand for them. He spent a few hours chatting with them then finally decided to head over to Franks for dinner. Russell had already beat Adam there and they were waiting for him to arrive. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and Adam stepped out and began to walk to apartment 313. Once he arrived he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a rough voice asked.

"Adam." He replied.

"What's the password?" the voice asked with a chuckle.

"Open up, mother fucker." Adam said with a grin.

The door opened to reveal a man with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a scraggly mustache and beard. The beard made him look six years older than he actually was.

"Adam! My man, how's it goin'?" the man said as he gave Adam a manly hug.

Adam hugged back, "I'm good Frank, and you?"

"I'm surviving. My new job sucks ass though. It's not easy living the life of a normal law abiding citizen y'know?" Frank said with a chuckle.

"How is your parole officer? And where the hell is Russell? I saw his crappy little car outside." Adam asked.

"He's taking a shit. He said we could start eating without him. Good thing to. That guy takes forever to take a dump," Frank said walking over to his tiny kitchen, "I bought some Domino's this time."

"Sounds good to me. You got any beer?" Adam asked as he grabbed a slice of pizza.

Frank gave Adam a strange look, "Adam, you have known me since our freshman year in high school. Of course I have beer, man!"

Adam laughed and began to eat his slice of warm pepperoni pizza. Frank grabbed some Heineken's from the fridge and passed one to Adam. Adam looked to the left of the table to see a large, loaded .38 special facing the wall; the hammer was cocked back on it.

"Where the hell did you get that, and why do you have the hammer cocked back? That's dangerous." Adam said with his mouth full of pizza.

"What, that thing? I got it from you, remember? Last year after I heard the Russians were out to kill you? I have the hammer cocked back so I can shoot the first shot faster when needed." Frank explained.

"Oh yeah! I thought the cops might have taken it from you after you were arrested." Adam replied.

"No way, man. I hid that baby well." Frank said as he begun to chug down his beer.

The two then heard a toilet flush, "Sounds like the king of porcelain is finally getting off his royal throne." Adam chuckled.

Russell walked out of the bathroom holding a can of Lysol spray. He waved over to Adam, "Hey, Adam. When did you get here?"

"Couple minutes ago," Adam said with a grin, "You 're gonna need a hell of lot more Lysol spray to cover up your nasty shit smell."

Russell smirked and gave Adam the finger. Adam and Frank just laughed. Russell pulled up a chair and sat next to his brother, "You aren't supposed to be drinking alcohol Adam, you're underage." Russell said in a joking tone.

"Thanks for that update, mom." Adam replied back.

Russell grinned as he opened a beer and took a swig of it. Russell, then, helped himself to six slices of pizza. Adam and Frank stared at the helping of pizza Russell just took.

"Have some pizza, Russ." Frank said in a sarcastic manner.

"Don't mind if I do," Russell replied back with a grin, "Hey, you got any Tabasco sauce?"

"Yeah, what for?" Frank said swallowing a mouthful of pizza.

"For my pizza, duh." Russell replied.

"Your pizza? Ugh! That's nasty, but whatever floats your boat. It's in the fridge."

Russell got up and walked to the fridge.

"So, Frank, who's your new parole officer?" Adam asked.

"That fucker, Wayne Thompson. You guys have heard of him haven't you?"

"Yeah, I know him. He's the one they call the Nazi, right?" Adam said.

"Yeah, that's him. The guy is a complete asshole. He has the fuckin' nerve to call me little Frankie, can you believe that? I told him in the nicest way I could, not to call me Frankie, but he told me to shut the hell up or he would report me. I don't know why they hired that son of a bitch." Frank said his voice sounding irritated.

Adam and Russell chuckled. They knew how much Frank hated being called Frankie.

"Awww, poor you." Adam said in mock sorrow.

"You have such a tough life Frank, you make those poor kids in Africa sound like they're at Disneyland." Russell laughed as he poured Tabasco sauce on his pizza. He then places the Tabasco sauce in front of the .38.

"Hey, fuck you guys. The man is a dick," Frank said as he started on another beer, "He is like a fucking drill sergeant, man. Ask anyone who has had him."

"We know, we know. You know Laurence Torres?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, I know him." Frank replied.

"Laurence got his ass kicked by ol' Thompson. He tried to punch him in the face and Thompson went all crazy and shit on him. Beat him so bad he went to the hospital for a week." Adam finished.

" I believe it. That guys nuttier than squirrel shit." Frank said as he finished his second beer.

About an hour and two and a half six packs of beer later, the three just slumped in their chairs chatting about old times, each one of them drunk. Adam was talking about how him and Frank set off a stink bomb in the girl's locker room, and Frank was still babbling about how much he hated his parole officer. Russell just sat back and listened. Finally Frank stood up and said, "You know what? I am sick of that Nazi bastard, Thompson, bossing me around. I am a law abiding citizen now, god damn it! He should treat me with respect!" Frank slurred.

"Hallelujah, Frank!" Adam shouted, obviously just as intoxicated as Frank, "You tell that son'bitch whose boss!"

"I will! That bastard can kiss my hairy ass!" Frank yelled.

Russell began to laugh, "You tell him off Frank!"

"I will! I will do it tomorrow! I'm doing it! No one's stopping me! It is done!" Frank said as he pounded on the table, which caused the .38 special to go off with a huge roar, spraying red fluid all over the wall.

"Holy shit!" Frank yelled as he flung himself backwards off his chair.

Russell and Adam jumped out of their seats and fell on each other trying to get up, yelling obscenities as they kept on tripping.

"Oh Jesus! Oh fuck! Oh Jesus!" Adam yelled.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Russell yelled as he and Adam backed away from the table.

Frank got up and started jumping up and down, yelling as he was feeling his body to see if he had been hit, and "Oh mother fucker I'm hit!"

After the three stopped checking themselves to see if they had been shot, they realized they were fine. The three of them looked at the hole in the wall as well as the red splatter and realizing it wasn't blood, it was Tabasco sauce.

"I can't believe that just fucking happened!" Adam shouted practically sober again.

"You and your god damn Tabasco sauce Russ!" Frank yelled.

"Hey! I am not the dumb ass who kept a loaded gun on the table!" Russell shot back at Frank.

"Sorry! I like to have a weapon for self-defense! That's the last fucking time I keep the hammer cocked on a revolver again!" Frank said, his body shaking.

"You are a dumb ass! I told you that was dangerous!" Adam shouted.

"Alright, enough yelling! I'm sure the neighbors have called the cops by now." Russell finally said.

"I wouldn't worry about that. I'm the only one on this floor. No one wants this floor due the asbestos problem in the hall, and everyone in this complex is involved in some sort of illegal activity. No one ever calls the cops. Its sort of a unwritten law at this place." Frank said.

Adam and Russell just looked at each other with bewilderment.

"I hope you are right about that Frank. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and have a heart attack." Adam finally said.

The Ghost was in his hotel room organizing his weaponry. He didn't want to kill the two brothers within one day. Where was the fun in that? But if they were to die in his little assault tomorrow, then so be it, that will just prove they weren't worthy enough to be his prey. This was a game to him, a game of strength and endurance. He loved to see how long his targets could last before he'd finished them off. The longest so far had been a week. He was hoping Adam and Russell would beat that record. He was especially interested in Adam. His reputation with guns on the street was well known.

He opened one of his two large duffel bags and pulled out a gun cleaning kit along with a G36 compact assault rifle and placed it on his bed. He then pulled out his fourteen-inch barrel .44 magnum. It had a brown custom grip and a very narrow black barrel with no bar site on it which made it somewhat lighter. He placed that, and two colt .45's he had behind his back in hidden holsters, on the bed. He began to clean and oil the guns with extreme care and finesse. It was as if he was taking care of a child. His blue eyes glowed with anticipation for tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be a test for the older brother. To see if he could survive through one his little attacks. If he dies in the first attack, which Ghost was hoping he wouldn't, then his game might not be as fun. He gave a demonic grin thinking about the hunt. He just hoped these two boys wouldn't let him down.

"Rally! I'm home!" shouted May.

"Wow, and you're only an hour late." Rally said sarcastically.

May giggled then stuck her tongue out playfully, "Ken and I decided to have a bit more fun before I left."

"Oh, brother," Rally said as she rolled her eyes, "I don't want to know about it."

May smiled and sat next to Rally, "So, you gonna tell me what happened today that you had me all worked up about?"

"Do you remember that court case about two years ago? The one where that eighteen year old kid was being charged with murdering that nineteen year old?" Rally asked.

May nodded, "Yeah, I remember that. It was all over the papers, he never got convicted though, right?"

"Right. I just met him today. He came into the shop and wanted to show me his gun but," Rally sighed, " I pulled out my gun on him. I thought he was trying to hold the place up."

May stifled a laugh, " I bet you made him soil his pants."

"Actually, I think I just pissed him off. He didn't seem to happy with me."

"Well, who would be happy?" May said with a giggle.

Rally rolled her eyes. She didn't understand why she cared so much about it. Maybe it was the boredom, or the look he gave her when he left.

"I'm going to bed, May. I'll talk more about it tomorrow. Right now, I want to take a nice hot shower and get to bed. Good night." Rally said in an almost monotone voice.

"Ok, good night Rally." May said with a look of concern on her face.

Rally walked upstairs and into her bedroom. She stood there for a second or two playing the scene over again.

"God, I hate this. I hope a bounty comes up soon. This boredom is driving me crazy!" she thought to herself.

Adam woke up to the sound of a chuckle coming from his older brother, Russell.

"Did you have a good night sleep, bro?" Asked Russell in a mock caring voice.

Adam's head felt like someone had hit it with a baseball bat. He opened his eyes and groaned. He looked around at where he was sleeping and realized he slept the whole night on the floor of Frank's bathroom. Russell stood over the toilet urinating.

"When did I fall asleep in here?" Adam moaned.

"After you threw up, I think. You're a wuss when it comes to drinking, Adam." Russell smiled.

Adam was too tired and his head hurt too much to make a comeback.

"Where's Frank? And what time is it?" Adam asked.

"He's still asleep on the kitchen floor. You two can sleep anywhere. I was the smart one this time, I slept on the couch," Russell said sounding proud of himself, "and it is eleven-fifteen."

Adam gave of a small laugh at hearing where Frank was sleeping but then groaned at hearing the time. Russell began to wash his hands and then helped Adam off the floor. He groaned as he stood up.

"I need some painkillers." Adam whined.

Russell laughed, "I got some stuff in my car that will make you feel great."

"Yeah, I bet you do." Adam said.

"You gonna be ok to drive?" Russell asked.

"I will, eventually. I just need to chill out for an hour or so, and take something for this damn headache." He stated.

"I can take you with me to drop of some stuff at Andrews place if you want. It might give you some time to feel a little better, then I can come back here and drop you off so you can go do whatever it is you gotta do." Russell suggested.

"Sure, why not? As long as you drive," Adam said, "Hey Frank! Wake up!"

Frank woke up with a jump then yelled, "What! Can't you see I'm trying to fuckin' sleep!"

Adam and Russell both laughed, "You got any aspirin or Tylenol?"

"Aspirin? I only got Advil and it's above the fridge." He said then went back to sleep.

Russell went and grabbed the pills for Adam and then the two left the apartment. They reached Russell's Dodge Neon and got in. Adam slumped in the passengers seat and rubbed his head. He could barely remember last night except the gun going off and him throwing up.

"What do you need to drop off at Andrew's place?" Adam asked.

"Some of this." Russell said as he held up a small glass vial of mescaline.

"Oh, wonderful," Adam held the vial for second and said, " I thought he quit taking this shit."

"Andrew? No way, man. He is one of my best customers. He loves his mescaline and he also wanted some PCP, which I have in the trunk."

"Holy hell, Russ. He won't be your customer anymore if continues taking that shit. Might as well give him some of that Kerasine crap."

"Yeah right. Jim doesn't deal that shit anymore. That stuff is to dangerous." Russell said as he started the car. Russell turned up his CD player and backed out before Adam could put on his seatbelt.

"Turn down the fucking music!" Adam yelled as he flew forward and almost hit the dash.

"Oh, you big baby." Russell laughed as he turned down the music.

"I have a fuckin' headache and blasting your music is not helping it any." Adam complained.

Russell smiled, "That's what you get for drinking to much, ass goblin."

Adam couldn't help but chuckle at Russell's new word, "Ass goblin? That's a new one."

"Hey, I gotta keep up with you." Russell replied with a grin.

"Yeah, you do, you senile fuck stick." Adam said with a smile.

"Senile? I may forget stuff but I can still kick your ass to next year."

Adam gave Russell a grin and said, "Yeah, you could, but would you remember it?"

Russell rolled his eyes then slammed on his brakes causing Adam to lurch forward.

"Damn it, Russ! What was that for?" Adam shouted.

"Stoplight." Russell said with a chuckle and pointed to the stoplight.

Adam slumped back into his seat and slept the rest of the way until Russell woke him up.

"Hey, Adam. We're here." Russell said in a casual tone.

Adam woke up with another groan and opened his door. He took in a deep breath. His headache was beginning to go away. Russell got out and opened his trunk. Adam looked over to see him pull out a Scooby Doo lunch box. Adam smiled knowing what he used it for.

"Awww, Russell. You look so cute with that." Adam said in a goofy tone.

"Don't I though? I was gonna go with a smurf lunch box but, I hate the fuckin' smurf's." Russell laughed.

They began to walk up to a small trashy looking house. The lawn was growing weeds and the neighborhood wasn't to friendly looking either. Russell knocked on the door and a scrawny man opened the door. His hair completely shaved off and brown eyes occasionally twitched. He was wearing a white T-shirt and stained jeans. Adam was a bit surprised. He went to school with Andrew and now he was a junkie.

"What took you so fuckin' long? I thought maybe the cops got ya, or that you got whacked. You aren't usually late Russell. You're gonna give me fuckin' heart attack!" He said in a strange high voice.

"Calm down, Andy. I'm here." Russell said in a calming voice.

"Yeah, I know," Andrew peeked his head out the door and looked around, "You weren't followed were you? You know they have cameras and satellites that can take your picture from space! They are watchin' us as we fuckin' speak. Hurry and get inside before they see us!"

Russell and Adam walked in. His house looked like a tornado had gone through it. There were beer cans on the floor, and the whole house smelled like piss. The floor had brown stains on it and wrappers for candy and other foods.

"You want a beer or something to eat? I got some Skittles and-"

"No thanks. I think I'll pass." Adam interrupted.

"Hey Andy, we gotta make this quick. I need to drop Adam off so he can get his car. Do you have the money?" Russell asked.

"Of course I do!" Andrew said sounding insulted.

He ran back into his room and came back with a wad of cash.

"If you caught with this shit, you know what to say, right?" Russell said in a serious voice.

"Yes! I am not a fucking three year old Russell!" Andrew snapped.

"Ok, just wanna make sure." Russell said as he and Adam began to walk toward the door.

Andrew caught up and opened the door for them. The two began to walk towards their car when they spotted a man on the other side of the street wearing a white trench coat. He was just standing there looking at the ground. Russell didn't think much about it but Adam kept watching him. The man suddenly pulled to .45's from behind him and aimed them at the two. Adam pushed Russell behind Andrews's car, and then pulled out his Socom .45 just as the man began to open fire. Adam fired two shots into his chest, but he kept on firing. One bullet skimmed Adams right, leg spraying blood on the driveway. He ran back into the house, bullets were zipping by smashing into the wall and door, shattering the windows of Andrews house. He reached inside and heard 9mm gunfire. It was Russell's Beretta. Adam ducked for cover and felt a sharp pain in his leg and saw blood pouring from his wound.

"Andrew! Get some cloth! I'm fucking bleeding!" Adam yelled.

"Fuck you! I knew you guys were followed!" Andrew yelled back, he was in the living room right next to were Adam was.

Adam peeked out the door and fired to more rounds into the mans chest again, but he didn't budge and the man fired some more shots towards him. The firing ceased suddenly, but only for a brief moment.

"He's unloading, Russ! Shoot the mother fucker!" Adam yelled.

Russell's Beretta opened fire and Adam fired his Socom, each shot hitting the man's chest. The man put his .45's in his jacket, not even noticing the bullets hitting his chest, and did a three-sixty and whipped out a small assault rifle. Adams eyes widened in horror as the man aimed his gun at him and opened fire. Bullets began to tear through the house sending debris everywhere. Adam couldn't here Russell; he prayed that he was all right. He must be wearing a bulletproof vest, Adam thought. Amongst all the debris flying everywhere and gunfire, Adam looked over to where Andrew was to see his body laying in a pool of blood. He probably stood up to run, Adam thought. The gunfire ceased and Adam and Russell stood still for second or two before they decided to look out, each of them ready to open fire on the mans head, but he was gone.

"What the hell?" Adam said to himself.

"Adam! Adam! Are you ok?" Russell screamed in worry.

"Yeah! I'm in here!" Adam shouted back.

Russell came running back to the house. He saw Adams bullet wound and made an upset face.

"You're hit. You gonna be ok?" Russell asked catching his breath.

"Yeah, I need to stop the bleeding though. We need to get back to Franks house, fast." Adam stated in a nervous tone.

"Ok. Here, let me help ya." Russell said as he helped Adam up.

"Check Andrew. See if he's dead." Russell walked over to Andrews body and took a look at him.

"He's gone. He looks Swiss cheese." Russell said.

"Damn it. Well, let's get out of here before the police get here." Adam said as he limped out side to the car.

The two got in and Russell sped off at light speed.

Rally was behind the counter at her shop when she received a call from her police buddy, Roy.

"Hey Rally. How are things down at the shop?" Roy asked.

"Boring." Rally whined.

Roy chuckled, "Well I got some interesting news, do you remember Andrew Burgess?"

"Yeah, I brought him in once, that guy was freak. He wouldn't stop talking about how the 'People' were after him, whatever the hell that meant. Why do you ask? Is there another bounty on him?" Rally asked, her voice sounding curious.

"Nope, there's no bounty on him. He was killed this morning. The police found his body in his home. He was shot to death by a .223 caliber rifle of some sort. We are guessing an assault rifle. His house was peppered with .223 rounds, as well as his body. There was some sort of shoot out at his house, apparently. We also found a brand new vial of mescaline and a lunch box that contained PCP. We think a drug deal went on during or before the shooting." Roy explained.

"So, do you have any suspects, or warrants for some one that I could bring in?" Rally asked, sounding hopeful.

"Well, the finger prints that we got off the vial and the lunch box belong to Andrew, of course, and Russell Taylor and Adam Taylor. They are two brothers we have been trying to get something to pin on them, but never could. Looks like we finally got something on them even if it isn't much." Roy said sounding happy.

"Adam Taylor!" Rally blurted out.

"Yeah, is there something wrong with that?" Roy asked.

"Nope, nothing at all. So, uh, is there a bounty on them?" Rally asked sounding excited.

"Yeah, although it's not a big one. It's only one thousand each. They're being charged with a possible manslaughter and drug dealings, leaving the scene of a crime, and a possible illegal weapons charge. I honestly believe they didn't kill Andrew but the other charges I think are right on from what we have found out so far. Can't tell for sure though. What it looked like to me was someone came and shot up the place while the three were doing some sort of deal, and the two opened fire on the someone who had the .223." Roy explained.

"Did you find .45 casings at the scene of the crime?" Rally asked.

"Actually, we did. Some casings were inside of Andrew Burgesses house and some were across the street also. Two sets of .45 casings from across the street and one set from inside the house according to ballistics. They also found some 9 mm rounds as well. Not fully sure about all the details though. We just got the fingerprints in about and hour ago. So all we know right now is that they were involved and that we have a warrant out for their arrest. Just wanted to let you know that there is finally a bounty for you if you are interested." Roy said.

"It really is not that much of a bounty, but I think I'll go for it. It will finally be able escape the boredom." Rally said trying not to sound more excited than she already was.

"Ok. You be careful, Rally. Word on the street is that these two are big times and got ties with the Italians. I also heard that Adam is no slouch with a gun. I know how good you are Rally, but just exercise some caution, alright?" Roy asked with concern.

"Roy, you worry to much. I'll be fine and bring them in with no problem." Rally reassured.

"I hope so, Rally. I'll update you if I can. Talk to you later." Roy said as he hung up.

Rally jumped up with glee. She was finally going to get rid of her boredom problem.

End of Chapter 2

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