Only One Shot
Chapter 4: The Hunters
Gerard shuffled his feet infront of Father Cortez. Not many came in this particular room, the hidden room behind the mirror in the meeting room they usually met in. His new business partners and his last faithful accomplice were left in the meeting room. He felt nervous, but he thought his father should know.
"F-Father?" Cortez rolled his eyes. "Yes Gerard." There was more shuffling and Cortez just wished that he would get to the point. "About Gohan…" Cortez almost yelled at him to continue, he had other things to do besides listen to the stuttering speech of one of his children.
Cortez did get around when he first started and he had many "brats" running around. Most of them worked for him and others he killed when they rebelled against him. He felt no remorse for killing his own blood; he just did what he had to do. The rest of his kids worked for him, such as the stuttering Gerard.
"Get to the point Gerard." He nearly yelled, his left eye twitching in annoyance. Gerard cleared his throat and began shuffling his feet again. Cortez glared at his feet. Faster than he could react or see, Cortez pulled out a silencer and shot Gerard's left leg. He smiled in satisfaction as Gerard crumpled to the ground, groaning and clutching his left leg in pain.
"There, now you cannot shuffle anymore." Gerard writhed in the ground in pain. Cortez rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples. Sometimes he wished Gerard wasn't his son and he was pretty sure he wasn't. "Shut up brat it didn't hurt that much." Gerard winced in pain as his two guards pulled him up on his feet and made him stand.
"Gohan is getting secretive and receiving calls from people!" he said and whimpered at the two guns placed by his head to make him talk. "We also received word that someone is working to come and kill you—please father, don't kill me I don't want to die yet!"
Then Cortez did the strangest thing that made their blood run cold and a shiver rush up the spine of everyone in the room. He laughed. Those in the meeting room stared at the mirror which served as a door. The laughter echoed from the room to theirs, bouncing off the walls in a chilling way.
A silencer shot was heard and the laughter stopped. Then there was a chilling silence. After a few minutes the mirror door slid open and two guards dragged Gerard out by his arms. His legs dragged on the floor and he was moaning and groaning. Two wounds, one on his left leg and another on his stomach.
Cortez followed them out, a smile evident on his face, and the mirror door closed behind him. "This meeting is adjourned. Please exit the premises before you end up like him." He gestured to Gerard who was still heard groaning down the hall. Glancing at each other, they got up and fled.
Once they were gone Cortez frowned and his eyebrow's furrowed. He didn't like this feeling. The feeling of being hunted. He decided to get Gohan on it to find out who was killing his men. He smirked. Then again he could just contact Avon. After all, money was no option and Avon was no novice.
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Long Chiso quickly got into his limo and breathed out a sigh of relief. "Driver!" The window went down and Chiso placed his briefcase down. He didn't even bother looking at the driver who only put the window down halfway.
"Take me to the airport now! I'm getting out of this hell hole before something happens to me and my beauties." He opened his suitcase to smile at his amethyst stones. The driver started the car with a gloved hand and drove off.
After a while Chiso looked up and noticed they were in an empty part of town. "Where are you taking me Sen? I thought I told you to take me to the airport!" The limo backed into a small dark alley and suddenly Chiso was afraid.
He tried to get out but the doors only opened an inch since the walls were so close. The window pulled down and the driver turned off the limo and faced him. Chiso's face widened with horror. "It only takes one shot." The disguised driver said with a smirk.
A light flashed in the limo and soon it moved up a little so that the driver's doors were able to open. The lamp didn't shine close enough to the limo so that disguised driver was able to escape without anyone seeing anything but his fleeting shadow.
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Videl grumbled as she drove upon the scene. Bystanders of the usually quiet part of town were gathered at the caution tape, peering at the view in pure curiosity. She showed her badge to the policeman and was allowed into the crime scene.
This was the second crime scene she had been at today. The first was at the Lion Hotel where a notorious couple—the Lexingtons—were found shot in the forehead near a window, a phone in the man's hand.
Now she was at a crime scene where the notorious jewel thief and seller Mr. Long Chiso, murdered in his own limo. She watched as they pulled the limo out of the alley and searched the car. Chiso was found in the back, shot once in the forehead while his driver was found shot in the forehead inside the trunk.
"Vidy-baby!" Videl felt arms go around her waist and she calmly grabbed the arm and threw the person over her shoulder. The policemen just ducked and paid no attention to Sharpner who lay twitching after falling off the brick wall.
She watched as Gohan ran up to the scene and stopped next to her, Gordon at his heels. "What did I miss? Was it another snipe?" Videl glared suspiciously at him. "Where were you hm?" Gohan stared at her for a minute in disbelief. "Didn't you hear?"
That threw Videl completely off and she stared at him. "Hear what?" He rolled his eyes and she scowled at him. "Gerard went into some club and tried to find some snipers with Gordon. He's in the hospital because he got shot in the leg and the chest. Gordon here got the shit bit out of him."
Gordon sighed. "I tried to tell him to call you first but he wouldn't listen, he just dragged me in and a fight broke out when he tried to get some guy to talk to him." Videl looked at Gordon carefully. He had a black eye, a busted lip, and red marks up and down his arm. There was a stitched cut above his eyebrow and a clean one inch cut on his forehead.
"Well next time get here faster." They both nodded and she sighed, rubbing her temples. "It seems like a robbery. The crook posed as the driver, wearing his hat to make it seem less suspicious, and then shot Chiso with one bullet to the head. He then grabbed the suitcase containing the amethyst stones and ran off with them. Simple robbery, case closed."
Gohan rolled his eyes from behind her head. He wondered if she was in with Cortez or if it was just her father. Videl felt something staring at the back of hear head and turned to see Gohan staring off into space. "Det. Son!" Gohan snapped out of it and blinked at her. "Yes Det. Satan?"
"The case is closed so everyone needs to clear out. We can all go home. Unless you want to make yourself useful of course and check out the murder of the Lexingtons." Gohan smiled and shook his head. "I already did that." Videl cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" He just nodded and turned to leave, Gordon at his heels.
Suddenly the wind blew a slight gust at them, making the clothes of everyone fly around. As Videl glanced at Gohan she noticed a silencer tucked into his pants at the back. When the wind stopped his coat covered it and made it look as if nothing was there.
She watched him drove off and looked at her waist and the waist of other police officers. None of them carried silencers, not even Sharpner. They mostly carried a M9 handgun or a 39 millimeter.
They were forbidden to use them while working in the police force because they portrayed as things criminals would use, so why did Gohan have one? Was Southside Police any different than Satan Police? "I'll figure you out Gohan Son." she whispered. "You and your partners."
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Later on in the evening inside a dim house a phone rang. There was some noise of a chair moving and a tv being turned off. The person sat next to the phone for a while and listened to it ring. After a while the phone stopped ringing and the answering machine picked up the message. There was some scratches and the speaker finally cleared itself.
"Avon I know your there. It's Cortez. Come by my office tonight, we have a few…deals and negotiations to discuss."
Avon smirked after the answering machine cut off and got up from the chair. After a while he was dressed and grabbed an overcoat off the coat rack, putting it on in one fluid motion. He placed his silencer in the back of his pants and grabbed a suitcase. Placing a hat on his head to match his overcoat, he left the house.
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"Hey dad." Cortez looked up to see one of his son's he sent to look out for a man wearing an overcoat. He moved aside to let Avon in and left, the mirror door sliding shut behind him. "Well it's about damn time." Avon just sat silent.
"I have someone I need to get rid of, someone my snipers can't figure out. That's where you come in. You need to get rid of the sniper killing my accomplices. I only have three members left. Think you can do it?"
Avon just sat there, hat tilted to hide his eyes. Cortez glared at him and his left eye twitched. "You were more talkative the last time I saw you." He peered at him, trying to see his eyes, and sat back in his chair. "You're not the real Avon."
"No." A vein popped out of Cortez's head and his right closed eye twitched. He always had a certain "twitch" that everyone knew about. If his right eye twitched he was annoyed, if his left twitched he was angry or furious. Avon smirked, he was annoyed.
"He died a while back. I'm his son." Cortez just waved it away and put a cigar in his mouth, blowing smoke rings. "Whatever. It's close enough to me. All I care about is if you can get the job done. Can you?" He didn't speak but Cortez say him smirk. That was all Cortez needed.
"Good. Here's your money in advance. If you're anything like your old man I'm sure you'll be able to get him. Here." He dropped a box in his hands and he looked inside. There were long sniper fit gold bullets with inscriptions on it.
"The new anti-saiyan bullets from Capsule Corp. What do I need these for?" Cortez blew out a big cloud of smoke and smirked at him, his eyes gaining a dangerous glint. As dangerous as the new Avon was, he felt nervous. "It's always best to be prepared."
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When was the last time I updated? I think I'm losing it. I spaced the stuff out though so it's easier to read. I have another story that I might put out soon. I just got to sit here and read it over and over again to wonder if it's good enough. I have three chapters of it ready but I'm still sketchy about it. Maybe I'll put out a small snippet of it at the end of the next chapter…maybe…anyway any questions you have place them in your reviews and I'll answer them. Just don't ask me who the killer is. ; Other than that happy reading and continue reviewing!