God vs Master
Prologue 2
Master of the sword
A veil of darkness covered the sleeping city. The streets were empty, everybody lay warm in their beds, all but one...
With no sounds of footsteps and not even the soft rustle of clothes a dark figure slipped past two bulky guards, clad in black tuxedo's, for some stupid reason wearing sunglasses. The men must be blind in the dark with those on. Easily, without making any sound, the lean body gracefully climbed over the fence and like a feline stalked towards the mansion and climbed with ease into a tall tree not far from the house he targeted. From afar he studied the locks of the doors and windows. Perfects security, the two men at the gate were unnecessary with that kind of equipment. Not a room or door could be opened in silence as it would trigger a high pitched alarm. The last thing he needed was to draw attention. But he did his homework well. Climbing to the very end of one branch reaching towards the house like a starving man he climbed over the garage top the back of the house. Light burned behind one window, the room for the guards he knew. Stealthily he crawled under the window so that he wouldn't be spotted and made his was to the back door. The same security system, but this security had one major flaw, cause by one of the inhabitants of the house.
Black clad fingers traced the outlines of the doghatch, putting a little pressure on it. No alarm was connected to it. He sat before the door, crouched, listening to any sound that might give away the presence of a guard, but all was silent behind the door. Carefully he pushed the hatch open and sneaked a peek inside. The coast was clear. Thank god the man living here had a large dog, otherwise it would even be hard for a small, flexible man like him to enter. But before long he was in and softly closed the hatch behind him. Again crouching, he scanned the hall that was connected to the living room and the kitchen, there were two other doors of which he knew led to the laundry room and a small gym. He crawled to the other side of the hall and could see two guards sitting on the stairwell, he could not go up that way. Though they were no match for him he only killed the person he was assigned to kill. He went back to the laundry room, he knew a large tube connected that room and a small room upstairs, so that the lazy bitch didn't have to go down stairs to drop of his dirty laundry.
He inspected the tube, it was smaller than the blueprint he got from his client told him, but he had no other choice. Making himself as thin as possible he wormed himself upstairs, though it crossed his mind, he was never afraid of getting stuck all his training gave him the strength, speed and flexibility of a tiger.
He ended up in what seemed like a walk in closet, which seemed a logical place for the laundry tube.
If his info was correct the soon dead man was not sleeping, but was still at work. But he was not one to take a risk. He listened, but it was quiet, no sheets rustling, no snoring nor hard breathing. Cautiously opening the door he was right, the bedroom was empty. Walking to another room, the office, connected to the bedroom he snooped around. He was not only here to destroy a man, but also important papers about the whereabouts of his employee. He checked the maps stored on bookshelves and took out a few to leave through them. He ended up finding two maps concerning his client. At last he hacked the computer and erased all the date that was stored there.
He looked up, surprised when he heard heavy footfalls coming up the stairs and the guards saluting someone. He looked at his watch, eleven O'clock, he wasn't due home till twelve! Thank god he also went a little early to make sure he could pull off the job without leaving any trace. He hid under the desk, not the best place, but he had no other option as the man was already in the bedroom, coming his way. He listened as the door opened and shut, the light was never turned on as the figure just sat down at the desk and started to type away on the computer.
He stared at the two fat legs that were just millimetres away from his body. If he moved, he would be caught, he had to get this over with. He grabbed a long dagger that was strapped to his thigh, he positioned himself so that he could aim and move out from under the desk. He let the man finish a few words before he launched forward, driving the knife into the mans fat stomach. Before he could react to the pain that shot through him the predator clamped his head over the mouth of his victim to muffle the cries he let out. Within second it was over, the body on the chair went limp and all was silent except the blood that made dripping noises as it fell on the wooden floor. He pulled the knife out and wiped it with a black cloth. He made sure he didn't step in the growing pool of blood on the floor and went downstairs, through the tube and through the doghatch. Over the garage and into the tree, never leaving a trace as he was careful not to step in grass or mud. He sprinted over the driveway and jumped over the fence, disappearing into the streets.
He looked at his watch, he was just in time for the next job. He pulled a raincoat out of the bushes and wrapped it around himself. He nodded friendly to the few people he encountered on the street as he made his way to the centre of the city that was littered with large building. Running a cloved hand through his messy hair, minding nothing but his own business he attracted no attention as made a quick turn into an alley to dump the trenchcoat. He turned to the building behind him, standing tall. He focussed on the small window on the third floor. He climbed up to the window, supporting himself on window still and bricks that stuck out of the old wall. He had to make quick work of this one.
Looking through the window he could see the bed, that was right under the window, and his target sleeping peacefully in it. Making sure he was secure he pulled a compass-like thing out of his backpack. He plastered the suction cup to the window and drew the sharp, long needle in a perfect circle around it. He pulled hard and with minimum sound the circle came loose. He secured it to his belt, if it fell it would alert the entire neighbourhood. He looked around, but he could not been seen from the street and the building on the other side of the alley had no windows on this side. Shaking his head, thinking this was just too easy he grabbed his gun and stuck it through the round hole in the glass, aiming at the head of his victim. Without giving it any second thought, and without regret, he pulled the trigger. The silencer on the gun made sure there was no loud bang so that the other inhabitants of the apartment complex would not be disturbed. The head moved from the force of the bullet penetrating the skull, but immediately the figure in the bed stopped breathing, though she had the same peaceful, sleeping, look over her face.
He quickly packed his things and left the site, in case someone DID hear.
Sundayserialkiller: Are you sure this line is secure?
MasterOfTheSword: As secure and safe as you can be while talking to me.
Sundayserialkiller: Funny guy... how did business go?
MasterOfTheSword: As usual.
Sundayserialkiller: And the files?
MasterOfTheSword: Don't be hasty. These are quiet interesting, I understand why you didn't want Spectrum to present them to the police corps today.
Sundayserialkiller: What's your point?
MasterOfTheSword: My point is 250 000 extra.
Sundayserialkiller: 250 000 dollars!
MasterOfTheSword: Yes.
Sundayserialkiller: You are crazy.
MasterOfTheSword: Maybe, but I have something you desperately want Jerry.
MasterOfTheSword: Would you rather have me calling you: mister Bishop?
Sundayserialkiller: How do you know my name?
MasterOfTheSword: Unlike the cops I don't have shit instead of a brain. Gathering information about you and your tactics I soon uncovered you, Jerry Bishop, are the only match. I will spare you on the details, I believe you catch my drift, don't you?
Now... are you ready to negotiate?
Sundayserialkiller: I guess I don't have a choice.
MasterOfTheSword: You are smarter then you look.
MasterOfTheSword: Yes, I also have your picture.
Sundayserialkiller: I'll send you the extra money as soon as you send me all the files and all the things you found out about me.
MasterOfTheSword: You just send me the money and I promise the police will never get to see these maps.
Sundayserialkiller: How can I be sure that I can trust you?
MasterOfTheSword: You can't...
Heero's fingers jerked away from the keyboard after closing the dialogue-program. His hands immediately went to the sharp dagger strapped to his ankle, hidden under his loose white pants. Turning around he saw the one who startled him was no threat and he relaxed, letting go of the dagger, he turned back to his computer and opened an innocent file, pretending that nothing was off. 'You startled me.'
'I apologise, master...' The old Japanese man went to sit on his knees and bowed for him. 'But your class is here.'
Heero cursed inwardly, lifting his head up to look at the wall clock. He was five minutes late for his class, unacceptable. He rose from the simple black pillow that lay on the floor, in front of a table. The only two pieces of 'furniture' inside the office of his Martial Art dojo.
He walked towards the man and looked down at him, before looking through the open door at his class, who was sitting on the ground, all wearing white costumes, waiting for him. Looking back at the man again he shook his head. 'I will have none of that from you.' He grabbed the old man's hand and pulled him up 'You're gonna give yourself hernia.'
The man smiled and nodded gratefully before getting back to his post.
Heero walked up to his students, standing before them he watched them bow and then rise from the padded floor.
'Master Yuy, isn't it you who told us that fortune comes to those who come early.'
Heero gave the business yuppie a crushing look. The man had been coming to his dojo for months now, but didn't even master the simplest move. Actually, none of them were any good. 'Yes. But if you're important, Fortune will wait.' Without to much pish posh he started the lesson, he did not intend of conversing anymore with his students then absolutely necessary, he was not a man of speech. Silence should rein unless you have important news to tell. He did some simple moves, kicking, hitting, using a wooden sword. The ten students of middle age copied him, but had difficulties standing in some poses, their legs would trenble or they would lose balance. Some weren't even flexible enough to raise their legs HALF as low as he did while demonstrating a kick. But then again, these people were nothing like him. Their daily lives consisted of sitting behind desks and eating fast food, a life style far from his.
Five minutes before the end of the class all heads turned to see three newcomers, walking through the door. All three of them wore black tuxedo's and had a stern, no, an emotionless look on their face as they entered the dojo.
These were not his regular customers, something was off. Heero reasoned and while walking up to the men he grabbed one of the wooden swords, just in case.
'Gentlemen?'
'We need to talk.' The middle guy said, a chubby man around the age of forty, with a mean face that showed deep lines. He supported himself on a black walking cane, the handle was gold, for as far as Heero could see, it was real. Who had come to visit him, the Mafia?
'Class dismissed.' He absentmindedly said, giving the three men a warning look, hoping that that was all it took to remind him that he was not an easy guy to get on the floor. Confidently he turned around and walked to his office, knowing that they will follow him. His students kept their eyes on them as long as they could, till the man roughly closed the door behind them.
'Just go to your homes!' The old Japanese man said 'Just some taxes guys. Go.'
'I have a proposition for you Heero.' The chubby man said and without asking sat down on the black pillow Heero had occupied an hour before. Heero walked towards the wall of his office, were over fifty Katanas rested on wooden standards.
'For you it is either Master or mister Yuy.' He grabbed one of the swords and turned around, waiting for the man to continue, no need to beat around the bush.
'You should not feel so threatened, MISTER Yuy.' Even though he said it with mock, Heero was satisfied that the man did what he was told.
'It's nothing personal, I feel threatened around my best friends.'
'You, mister Yuy, don't have any friends.'
'Now it is personal.' He growled and took a step towards him, pulling the swords a mere inch out of its sheath, but enough to show the sharp blade and to show just how he reacted to a threatening.
'Spill it or go.' He said when the silence stretched out to long for his liking.
'I have a possible job for you... but... let's do this official, shall we?'
'I don't make a habit out of talking to my clients in person.'
'I know.'
'How did you find me?' He ogled the two men, guards, he judged. He should be able to handle them, unless they had guns, then they will pose a problem.
'Hee- mister Yuy,' he grinned arrogantly, 'I rule the underworld. An interrogation here, a threatening there... No wait, I'll be honest with you. You were damn hard to track. It is only by coincidence that one of my previous victims, Kent, was a student of you.'
'I was wondering why he didn't show up anymore.'
The man laughed.
'You haven't introduced yourself.'
The looked truly shocked, no fake, no charade. Who the fuck was this guy? He quickly got himself back together and turned on a smug face 'I am the one and only Galen Massimo.' He proudly said, sure that Heero will recognise him now.
'Never heard of you.' He really didn't so he wasn't the least impressed. The only thing that really got to him was that he was able to find him. Coincidence or not, this was a serious problem. He knew he should have never started this dojo!
Massimo must have noticed his sincerity and that he wasn't really paying attention so he scraped his throat, trying to keep up his face of big and bad boss. 'Just do some research on me when I'm gone, I'm sure someone with your skills will be able to find something.'
'You were talking about a proposition?'
He smirked 'I like the way you think.'
Heero had to keep himself from rolling his eyes and waited impatiently, the urge to tap his foot on the floor while waiting was almost overwhelming.
'We shall talk tomorrow, twelve O'clock, the bewitched hour,' Massimo smirked, Heero snorted, 'I'm having a little get together. Come and I will give you all the details. This is the adress.' He reached inside his chest pocket, pulling out a blood red card. He lay it in the middle of the table, then sat back again, never taking his eyes of Heero.
From this distance Heero could not read what the black letters on the card said. Massimo must assume that he will now grab the card, to read it, but he will not give him that privilege. He tore his eyes away, curious or not. 'I will meditate on this.'
Massimo laughed, thinking it was a joke. He stood up, giving Heero one last look, still trying to show his dominance before leaving. His puppy-guards following him, looking all tough in their tuxes and sunglasses.
Heero eyed the card on the table and slowly walked up to it.
H e l l H o t e l
L u c i f e r s u i t e ( r o o m 6 6 6)
He sat down and opened his laptop. No way he was going without some information about this cocky big shot, mister Galen Massimo.
Okay, I'm not really happy with how Hee-chans introduction turned out, but it will do, it will have to. Also, I realise I should have made Duo's intro a lot more 'explosive', but enough time for that in the following chapters, ne?
I'm so sorry I haven't been updating, even though I had the week off and I promised no less! I tried to write several times but never liked how things were going, so this is the best I can summon in times muse-less like these.
Before I forget, AGAIN, thank you for all your reviews, it is what keeps me warm in this friggin' cold weather.
Your truly,
Crimson Waterfall