The Assignment
Chapter Three
January 18th, 2004
9:27pm
He moved up the staircase at a quick pace, hopping over steps three at a time as he reloaded his weapon. This is just a minor setback. "Murphy's law, whatever can go wrong, will go wrong." I've got a handle on it. Vincent thought to himself as he reached the seventeenth floor almost out of breath. He adjusted his elbow, which was now bruised from sending it into the nose of his encounter in the elevator.
Vincent exhaled and opened the door leading into the seventeenth floor hallway slightly. When the door opened a crack he saw a shadow on the floor and a shoulder looking at him in the face. He quickly found that the shadow was armed, meaning it was a guard. He had to be quick to disabled his armed opponent. He wedged his foot in the door and removed his fibre-wire to which he extended the two grip-guards to reveal the glistening and deadly cord. As fast as he could, Vincent kicked the door open with his wedged foot and wrapped the cord around the guard's neck and dragged him into the stairwell. There, Vincent broke the guard's neck almost without a fight or second thought. He checked the guard's pulse to make sure it was a confirmed kill, and then moved on into the hallway.
He continued down the hallway with absolutely no stealth, he had his USP in his hand and was ready for anything. After the first hit, Vincent was concerned that this was not the challenge he thought it was going to be. He made sure that the integral silencer was in top condition and was not going to fail him, not at this point when he was so close.
His heart started to beat somewhat rapidly when he thought of facing possible resistance from his target. He used to feel his heart sink before going into combat, but he hadn't felt like this since he was in Special Forces.
As he came around the bend in the hallway he saw an armed guard walking patrol with his back to him. Vincent holstered his gun and pounced almost immediately as he kicked the guard's knee from behind, sending him crashing to the floor. Vincent stood his torso upward as he grabbed his chin with his left hand and the top of his skull with his right. Vincent snapped his neck quickly and left the limp body in the middle of the hallway as he continued moving on like no one else had been in the hallway but him and him alone.
Vincent reached the penthouse doors and drew out his silenced pistol. The doors, you'd think, would weigh a ton but they didn't. They were large in size but were as hollow as a wall in an unfinished basement. He pressed his foot against one of the large doors and turned the knob. The door swung open, only to reveal a man in a suit sitting down reaching for his gun as he saw Vincent with utter shock on his face. Vincent squeezed the trigger three times and put an end to the guard's movement. Someone was standing behind the door as Vincent felt someone push the door against him trying to knock him down, the strength from the other side over-powered Vincent's so he shot four rounds through the door. Lying on the floor was another guard gasping at the sight of his wound from the bullet lodged in his ribcage and a Glock 19 within reaching distance of his hands. A round was quickly put into his head to silence his breath along with one in his chest.
Vincent now stood in front of the doors leading into the expensive penthouse condo, he held his weapon at the ready. He opened the door and was in the room in under a second with his gun drawn straight in front of him. He was going to start clearing and securing rooms but something else caught his eye. Standing in the kitchen in front of him was a girl, no more than eight or nine, standing stark naked in front of him. She had ejaculate dripping from her lips and was quivering with tears in her eyes.
This never happened to Vincent before, but he froze without a thought about the world surrounding him. He couldn't decide whether to put his jacket around her or just ignore her presence as she stood in the kitchen. But she was just a child, like he once was. He holstered his gun, removed his jacket and started to make his way to the girl. As he did this, logic broke through in his head and he realized that someone just finished in her mouth no more than a few moments ago – meaning someone must still be in the apartment.
He shuffled his shoulder to put his jacket back on and placed his hand on his weapon, however a blunt object hit him in the back of his head and he dropped to the floor. Just before his eyes could fully close Vincent heard a dissonant scream.