Chapter Two: Quick and Easy
The phone beeped once, immediately awakening the slumbering Danny. His messy black hair falling into his eyes as he answered.
"Yes?"
"Walker's taken over the Ghosts. But to get to him, you must go through Bullet." The voice on the other end was muffled, disguised, neither male nor female. This voice was the same voice that always gave him missions.
"Location?" Danny asked.
"Bullet frequents Rocket's Bar. You will find him there. Use as little force as necessary. Quick and easy." The voice paused. "This should be simple. The Ghosts are running scared."
"Mission Accepted."
Danny gently woke up Sam, telling her he was leaving. Her worried expression conveying her feelings for the man.
"Be careful Danny." He nodded once and was gone.
Quickly stopping by his apartment, as secure as the Pentagon, grabbing two silenced pistols and extra ammo for each. On his right was his trusted Sig Sauer P228, and on his left side, his customized Colt Delta Elite.
Pulling on his white shirt over his faded white jeans. His white trench coat (1) was the last thing on. Rechecking his holstered guns and the ammo, he headed out the door.
He walked carefully into the bar, carefully sliding onto a stool at the bar, he scanned the area. Bullet hadn't arrived yet, but by the nervous way the staff was looking, he would soon.
Twenty minutes later, a man dressed in a black suit, with a bandana tied around his head, walked in, heading straight to the farthest booth. His face was devilish, with a goatee, contorting his features. Danny simply sipped his vodka, watching the man out of the corner of his eye.
Bullet had company; two men sat with him in the booth. An obese man in coveralls sat against the wall, looking around nervously. He wouldn't be a problem, just an annoyance. The second would be slightly tougher. A large man, dressed in a silver and green suit with a very obviously holstered gun at his side.
Quickly downing his vodka, Danny stood up, walking towards the back exit. Pausing by the payphone, he picked one up, still watching Bullet with his peripheral vision. When Bullet stood up, heading straight for Danny. Danny hung up the phone, Bullet brushing past Danny, going into the bathroom.
Quick and Easy.
Two silenced shots fired from Danny's P228 into Bullet's head, execution style, while he was standing at the urinal. He died with his pants around his feet.
Danny shut the door to the stall, waiting for Bullet's underlings to get worried. Just a few minutes later, He heard the door open, hearing the shuffled footsteps of the portly and nervous idiot that followed Bullet.
Danny then heard the heavy clunking sounds of steel-toed boots, which could only mean the large man in the silver suit had arrived. Cracking the stall door open just enough to see the large man curse. Then the coverall clad man stepped into view.
Taking perfect aim, he shot the overweight man once in the back of the neck. Then once again in the back of the head as he fell to the floor. Too easy, Danny almost felt sorry for the man. Then the large man scowled, unholstering his own gun, and calling for Danny to show himself.
Danny flung open the door, the loud bang startling the man just long enough for Danny to get a shot in. Hitting a little to the left of its intended target, the arm of the man's suit turning red with his blood.
Danny cursed in his head, as he ducked the man's returned shot. Circling behind the man he kicked his knees, the man being down he fired three shots into the man's skull.
Danny realized that his arm was wet, the sudden movement ripping open Sam's stitching.
"Damn."
Taking the quickest route back to Sam's, he answered his ringing phone.
"Yes?"
"Quick and easy. The corpses have been disposed of." The voice paused. "Mission complete. Next mission in two days. Will contact you in twenty-four hours." Then a dial tone.
Knocking once on Sam's door before letting himself in, realizing Sam wasn't home, he headed down stairs and into her office, where she sat, doodling on her paperwork.
"Any new wounds, angel?" She said her voice as warm as ever. He shook his head, pointing towards his arm.
"It opened up." His voiced betraying no emotion, no pain.
She made him take off his coat and shirt, trying hard not to stare at his muscular, yet lithe form. Shaking her head, she sat to work. Only a few of the end stitches had come undone.
"So, mission accomplished?" She asked.
"Mission complete." She could see him visibly relax. The humanity once again returning to him. "I'll get a call tomorrow sometime. I guess I have a few hours off." He sighed loudly when his stomach rumbled.
"Danny, when was the last time you ate?" He shrugged.
"A couple of days."
"Damn it, Danny. We're going out tonight. I'm buying. No refusals, okay?" He nodded.
After dinner, Sam invited Danny back to her apartment. He usually stayed there, only using his apartment for an arsenal and an occasional nap.
Settling down on the couch, Sam stared at Danny, wondering how someone so angelic could be such a vicious killer. Though he killed for good, he still killed. The thought chilled Sam, and she looked away.
"Why do you do it, Danny?" She whispered, more to herself than him, but he heard none the less. Looking at the floor he began to speak.
"My father was a cop, a detective. He was an 'untouchable', one of the original gang cops. He once arrested Masters. While Master's was in jail, he sent Walker to kill my family. He succeeded. My father, mother, and sister died." Sam put a comforting hand on Danny's arm.
"I'm sorry." He nodded and continued.
"I went into the system for a while, bouncing around from place to place. You know the story. I ran away a few months later. Ran the streets for a while, until the system found me. Sent me back through. I lived with Tucker's family for two years, that's how I know him. His parent's owned this bar before he took it over. They retired to Florida a few years ago."
"What happened when you turned eighteen?"
"Army, special forces. Took a test at the beginning, results said 'assassin' and 'mechanic'. Apparently they have enough mechanics." He looked her in the eye. "Spent three years killing undesirables before retiring. I was only twenty-two."
"Damn."
"Damn about sums it up." He laughed. "About a year ago I receive a phone call, middle of the night. Offers me a mission to destroy the Ghosts. I accept."
"So. Thanks for telling me. I didn't know anything about the man I was fixing up every couple of days."
"I know. Trust doesn't come easy, but you and Tuck are the closest thing I have to family now. You could've asked Tuck. He knows everything, or at least he thinks he does."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, he's good that way."
"Danny?" Sam called softly, a few hours later.
"Yeah, Sam?" He called from the couch.
"Do you want to…come to bed?" She asked nervously. Danny rose silently off the couch, stalking towards her, ripping his shirt off in the process.
"Hell yes." He said before he kissed her.
A/N: Second chapter complete. I hope I've explained things to a satisfactory level.
(1) The white trench coat is inspired by John Taylor, the main character in Simon R. Green's Nightside novels. Which are excellent books, so read them.
