Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me.
A/N: School has started, so I'm not updating as often. I'll try to update once a week depending on if I have time or not. Thank you for all you reviewers out there. I am actually satisfied with this chapter because it has action to it, and I think I write action pact chapters much better than I could right waffy chapters. Enjoy!
Chapter 6
"Everything is going smooth so far," Samuel muttered to himself. He stretched in his chair and returned to monitoring the masquerade party through dozens of screens. On every screen, there were people talking happily and dance floors being over crowded.
"Everyone is partying except me," he said vehemently thinking of about his friends having fun.
knock knock
"Hmm…maybe it's Don coming to take over my shift," he said hoping it was Don, so he can finally go have some fun of his own. He eagerly opened the door to find a man dressed in a slim black suit with a white silk tie. The white matched his silver tresses sticking out of his top hat. The man wore a white mask disguising half of his face only showing the bottom half of his face.
"Hey Don, ready to take my place?" Samuel asked. Don nodded to Samuel's question.
"Okay, just let me get my coat and I'll be off," Samuel said happily. He turned his back on Don and started off to the desk to get his coat hanging on the chair. Don followed Samuel to the desk. When Samuel turned around, Don was blocking Samuel's way.
"Excuse me," Samuel said trying to shoulder his way out but failed as Don moved in on him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Samuel asked frustrated from Don's odd behaviors.
Don pushed Samuel into the chair and drew his knife out. With one quick motion, Don covered Samuel's mouth and drew out a knife and stabbed him in the chest. Samuel tried to scream but all his attempts were muffled by Don's hand. Don pushed the knife deeper in Samuel's chest, turning the knife as he skewered it deeply into his heart. Samuel's body sat lifeless in the chair. Don turned the chair around to face it towards the screen and adjusted the body in the chair too look like the person was still alive from the back. He disabled all the security cameras and put in a recorded disk into the machine to play what happened two hours ago on the screen and walked out of the room casually as if nothing has happened. He took a turn to another hallway and took the elevator to exit from the scene.
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'I wonder where he is,' Faye thought looking around at the endless amount of similar dressed men at the party. All of the men were dressed in black. Black, black, black; that's the color she saw everywhere. 'How the hell am I suppose to tell which one is him?' Frustrated by the thought, Faye took another drink of the wine she had in her hand. The wine went smoothly down her throat, caressing it gently before it made its way down into her body. It was a soothing feeling for Faye. She was bored as hell at the party sitting around doing nothing but making small talk to men who came to her and tried to get her to dance; but she always declined by saying she didn't feel so well. She desperately needed to talk to someone she knew, and her friend, Mel, was nowhere to be found. 'Heh, she's always late,' Faye thought as she took another sip.
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"Tell me where Shawn is and your life shall be spared," the man that was in the security room earlier said.
"I…I don't know," a guy answered. He was cornered and he didn't know what to do. He decided to take out his gun, which turned out to be a bad mistake when the man cornering him took his gun swiftly and reversed it and shot the guy.
"That wasn't a good enough answer," the man said. He took the guy's ID as well as the gun with him just in case anything like that comes up again. He hid the body behind a bunch of boxes in a corner. The security was really tight tonight, because they didn't let anyone in with a weapon. Only the guards there tonight can carry guns. Even the knife he used to kill Samuel with earlier was stolen from the kitchen.
He walked through the basement calmly, acting like he was one of the guards taking a break from the party. All guards were made to dress up for the occasion; the only difference between them and the others was that they had to wear earpieces at all times. He took the guy's earpiece and stuck it on. He stopped and opened the door to the weapon room as if he knew the hotel inside and out, thanks to the blueprint of the hotel he had stolen earlier from the security headquarter on the top floor of the hotel. There was no one in the room; all guards were out surveilling the grounds. He quickly took several packs of bullets and left the room and started to head for the elevator to go back up to the private party where all the syndicate leaders were. 'I have a feeling I'm going to need this tonight.'
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"Oh really, so you're from Earth as well?" Faye said dully. She was trying really hard not to fall asleep on this guy. Even with the good looks the guy had, it was not good enough to keep Faye interested.
"Yup! Oh, it's so hard to find someone from Earth nowadays. It's such a trashy place…,' he said, but to Faye's ears, everything he said became a string of words jumbled together. She couldn't help but to cover her mouth and yawn after listening to the guy talk for what seemed like hours. Faye had enough; she pardoned herself politely from the conversation to get a few more drinks.
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"My stomach isn't feeling so well. Wait outside. I'll be taking a while and I don't like you fools to be in there with me," the man ordered his guards. He was rather big and round like a ball with a very short stature. When he walked, he looked like an overweight penguin. The man carried a cane to assist himself in walking. His two guards nodded uniformly and stood by the door to wait for their boss to take care of his business.
The man walked slowly into the restroom with heavy footsteps. He walked past several stalls before he heard a flush behind him. 'I thought my men made sure there was no one here,' he thought. He turned around slowly and headed to where he heard a flush. When he was right in front of the closed stall with an "out of order" paper stuck on it, the door flew open and a shot rang loudly in the room.
The two guards immediately ran into the restroom to find their boss dead on the floor.
"Mr. Fawner!" one of the guards yelled as he shook his leader to see if any signs of life would show, but Mr. Fawner was dead. The guards checked the stalls again but found no trace of the killer. Then he walked slowly to the stall that said it was out of order. He and the other guard reached for their guns readying themselves to shoot whoever was in there. One of the guards kicked open the door, and then both of them started randomly shooting until they ran out of bullets. Then they realized that there was no one there, and sigh in relief. They turned around at the same time to find two guns pointed at each of their heads at point blank.
"I jumped over to the other stall after you've checked it," he said and pulled the triggers of the two guns before any of them could say anything. He didn't even bothered hiding the bodies. Instead, he took removed the "out of order" paper from the stall and walked out of the restroom to place it on the front door. When he walked out of the restroom to place the sign on the door, a man came walking towards him. He looked as sturdy and strong as a tree with hard features on his face. His face looked of all serious and no fun.
"Have you seen Mr. Fawner?" the man asked in a harsh deep voice.
"I haven't seen him. He must've gone to another restroom due to this one being broken and the toilet is over flooding in there," he answered calmly. The man eyed him suspiciously up and down.
"Which syndicate are you from?" the man asked
"Red Dragon. I'm guarding this floor tonight," he said.
"Let me see your ID," the man said.
"Here you go," he said, handing the man his ID.
"Paul Shiner," the man muttered looking at the ID carefully, "So how old are you?"
Before the man knew what was coming to him, he was knocked unconscious. "Paul" dragged the body into the restroom as well and resumed back to posting the "out of order" sign in front of the restroom.
"So far so good," he said to himself as he took the elevator down to floor for the employees' party, "Now for the real fun."
A/N: So what do you think? Please note this is my first draft. I didn't feel like revising it.