Disclaimer: I've run out of smart remarks. Therefore I'll just stick with I don't own Teen Titans.
Rich walked down a deserted ally, looking around frequently to make sure nobody was following him. He took a right, walking down an even narrower ally. He looked behind himself once more to make sure nobody was there before opening a large steel door and stepping inside.
The building he stepped into seemed like that of a small office or personally owned business. Technically it was a personally owned business, but it was certainly a booming one. There was a young red head girl sitting at a desk that appeared to be a secretary to his left along with a young African American man sitting at a desk to his right.
They each had very different desks. The red head's was littered with papers and had a computer sitting on it while the man's had all sorts of little electronic devices, loads of weapons and explosives, and a very large hi-tech looking computer.
"Hey Kori. Hey Vic." He said walking in. Kori stood up and gave him a very long and passionate kiss while Vic just raised a hand in the air and waved at him, preoccupied with his current task. (Since this is a BBRae story I'm just going to have RobStar already as a couple and keep the drama away from them. That's why I have a separate RobStar story.)
"I love you too." Rich said smirking as she sat back down.
"So Vic how's Jinx?" Rich asked.
"She's doin alright. She enjoyed Gar's show. Thanks again for those tickets." Victor replied.
"So how'd the Roth deal close up?" Rich asked, turning his attention away from Victor as he went back to work on a shotgun.
"We were wired the money last night." Kori replied.
"Good. So what do we have for today?" He asked.
"It seems there's a lot of people in the market today." She said.
"Good. I'm in need of an easy kill after that Roth guy. He was one tough cookie." Rich said.
"Anything new Vic?"
"Ya. I modified a fifty-caliber rifle to add air compression to the mix. You'll get an extra two thousand feet per second at the same accuracy out of that thing at the cost of having a small air compression tank attached. But since you're going to be using that about a kilometer away from your target I doubt it'll be much of an annoyance. I also added a bigger and longer ranged scope so you can really get some use out of that extra range and power." Victor said. (I know what I'm talking about.)
"Very nice. I hope I can get some nice use out of it." Rich said.
"Well I'm going to go and get a mark for the day." Rich said as he walked through a door leading to a small office room. The door said "Guidance Counselor".
"Trigon I have some b-bad news." A man said standing in front of a desk with largely built man behind it. There was a violet haired girl to his right, beside the desk, sitting.
"What grave news do you bring?" Trigon asked, his eyes closed.
"It's J-James. We f-found him d-dead in the alley where we recruit new men." The man spoke, stuttering of pure fear. Trigon's eyes shot open, revealing their blood red color. Most men that looked into his eyes never saw anything else again and the ones that did see them were still in the Jump City Asylum for the Mentally Ill. The girl gasped at this. Her uncle had been shot! (We all know who that is so I'm just going to use her name now)
"The only appointments we had to add to our ranks that night was for a Richard Grayson." Trigon said. His fist clenched.
"He was an assassin." Trigon said, clenching his fist tighter and shutting his eyes.
"When we capture this Grayson we will cremate him alive and place his ashes next to James'." Trigon said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Raven's face remained emotionless.
"Very well sir. What are your orders?" The man asked, trying to leave as soon as possible. Trigon stood up and pulled a pistol with a silencer out of his jacket. He fired it twice at the man's head, killing him. Raven blinked each time one of the bullets went off. Her face molded into a look of sadness for a split second before reverting back into a hardened mask.
After hearing the gunshots go off three men outside of the door came rushing in and picked up the body as Trigon sat back down. They looked up at him for his orders.
"I want Grayson to suffer emotionally and physically. I want you to find him and follow him. Find out his best friend is and capture him and bring him to me. He will surely come for him and I will make him watch his best friend die as I have had to receive news of my brother and my best friend dieing from his hands. Then we will give him the same fate as my brother and cremate him." Trigon said. They nodded and carried away the body of the man he shot.
Rich made his way back to the 'office', another job completed and another life taken. He opened up the door and was greeted by Victor and Kori.
"It was a pretty easy and well paying job. It was a 60 year old man." Rich said putting away his pistols and knives that he had taken with him. His cell phone started to ring in his pocket. He picked it up and flipped it open.
"Whatsup?" He asked.
"Hey dude." Gar said through the phone.
"Hey, how's it going?" Rich asked.
"Pretty good. The show went well last night. How about you?" Gar replied.
"Pretty good. I've gotten two fellas two days in a row." Rich said.
"Nice. Whaddya say we go grab some lunch?" Gar proposed.
"Sounds good. I'll meet ya down at Gina's in twenty minutes, eh?" Rich asked.
"Ok. Seeya then." Gar said. Rich heard the phone click on the other line signaling he hung up.
"Hey you guys can go home now. I think we all put in a good day. I'll see ya tomorrow." Rich said. Kori and Victor nodded and got up, heading out the door to go home. Rich shut down all the computers and turned the lights off on his way out before locking the door.
Rich walked out of the maze of alleyways for about five minutes before finally reaching a main road. He found his motorcycle chained to the parking meter that he 'forgot' to pay.
He took the key from his pocket and undid half of the lock holding his bike and then entered the number combination to finish unlocking it. It was a fancy two step lock to prevent theft. He hopped on his bike, kick starting it with his foot that he swung over in one swift motion. (I've tried that on my dirt bike and it's next to impossible to do.) He squeezed the clutch with his left hand as he shifted the bike's gear into first with his left foot and then revved the throttle handle and sped off.
He made it to the restaurant Gar had picked. It was basically the local family owned version of Subway. As soon as he was done parking and putting his lock through the spokes of the front wheel to prevent unwanted use Gar pulled up in a custom racing green H2 hummer.
Gar hopped out of his giant car and walked over to Rich. They greeted each other and walked inside.
"Gar, I know you only have that big car to contrast." Rich said laughing. Gar jus grunted in reply as they stood in line.
After five minutes of waiting in line they reached the front. Rich ordered a foot long turkey, ham, and cheese with mayo while Gar ordered a six inch lettuce, tomato, cheese, and tofu sandwich. After paying for their meals and both getting a cola they both walked outside and sat down at one of the umbrella less tables.
"So are you ever going to introduce me to your team?" Gar asked.
"Maybe eventually." Rich said chuckling. He looked down at his drink. Suddenly a small piece of rubble fell into it, creating a few small ripples. Rich looked up out of instinct only to see nothing there.
"What's wrong?" Gar asked noticing Rich looking up suddenly.
"I think we're being watched. We need to get out of here." Rich said standing up and grabbing Gar.
"I'm not positive. Maybe it'd be better if we just went home." Rich said. Gar nodded and hopped into his hummer, waving at Rich as he sped off. Rich unhooked his motorcycle once more and shifted into gear, speeding off to his apartment.
Gar eased onto the brakes, turning into his driveway in the suburbs near the outside of Jump. He was creeped out. Rich said he could be being watched. He quickly made for the door. He heard a car behind him and turned around to see an unmarked black van with no license plate. He just stood there. Not knowing what to do. He just stood there like a deer caught in headlights.
There were three of them. One stayed in the driver seat while the other two hopped out. He just stood there. They ran over to him. One of them pulled out a pistol and the other pulled out an empty straw sack and some rope.
The one with the pistol pulled his hand back and smacked Gar in the back of the head with the bottom of his pistol... hard. The last thing Gar could remember before blacking out was the man binding his hands and feet with the rope calling to the driver to call Trigon and tell him they had captured Grayson's acquaintance.
What happens next! Tune in to find out. Next chapter is the meeting of Gar and Rae, yay!