"Fatale in the Rain"
Part II
By Joseph "Maniac" Cirillo III
The following takes place a few months later after part 1, when Mona is sure she has a shot at Mr. Gate.
The gun was cold in her hands. There was no record of it anywhere, she was sure of that. Mona held her Dragonov steady, slowing her breaths so as not to throw off her shot even a millimeter. It was almost time, the unfortunate Senator Sebastian Gate was to leave his million dollar apartment complex to get to a taxpayer funded dinner for the man's next Campaign another two year's away. Each person would pay a thousand dollars just to have a meal with the man. They would be getting their refunds tonight.
Mona didn't like waiting. It was cold on the top of the book depository across the street from Gate's apartment. The money Vlad was giving her for this hit was certainly enough to make her wait forever for this man. But she knew that even Vlad was just a mouthpiece of the Inner Circle. This contract had to be the Inner Circle's doing, Vlad had no gripes with this man.
Through her scope she could see all the people in the complex who were spending the night at home. Right below the apartment, the Squeaky Cleaning Company was dutifully getting out their mops and cleaning chemicals, ready to do their job. Weird, she'd never heard of them before. Next door to Mr. Gate was what looked to be a forty year old man sharing his bed with what had to have been a girl less then half his age. She thought for a second about asking Vladimir if there was a contract out on this man too, so she could do the righteous thing for once in her life.
"Righteous, what kind of bullshit was that anyway?" she whispered to herself. Max had done what he believed was the righteous thing, killing over five hundred men overnight. Now Max was free and back on the side of the law. It was not the kind of denouement she expected to happen, but then again her being alive probably wasn't expected either.
Gate was moving. He finally got the most flattering thing he could find to wear over his hefty frame and headed downstairs to the door. His bodyguards were in plain sight, easy to move around. She could easy get off as many shots as she wanted in his head at this angle and be gone before the guards drew their pistols.
Suddenly Mona realized something wasn't right, and it wasn't that she was about to kill this man. The cleaners below Gate's apartment were gone, but they had left all their stuff. She used the Dragonov's scope to zoom in on their stuff.
"Curious…that black box isn't standard issue cleaning equipment…"
Her eyes widened when she realized the truth.
"IT'S FOR HOLDING SHOTGUN ROUNDS!"
Mona looked away from the scope rifle. It was in that moment the first time she ever hesitated a shot occurred. The moment didn't last long.
"Take the shot bitch," said a voice holding a gun to her temple. He was wearing the cleaners uniform.
"Fuck you," she said defiantly, her finger still on the trigger. Gate was in plain view outside with his guards waiting for his stretch limo. If there was a perfect shot, now was the time to take it. But obviously these guys needed her to take the shot, and then they could clean her up right afterwards. The man's gun was right at her temple, if he fired, there was no way she could survive another bullet to the head.
With a sigh she took the shot and Gate was no more. As she moved her scope off the spot, one flight up she saw a single person was looking outside his balcony had seen the whole thing. Worse than that he had seen her face plain as day!
She had to move. "If only I had Max here to help me out," she thought to herself. Time slowed down as she thought of him, one man on the breaking point of pain and horror. One man on the edge of his life with nothing to lose, she felt herself in that same position, with nothing to lose. Suddenly, her head started pounding slow and loud. Every second the beat got louder and her concentration picked up. She could feel things moving slower around her, her adrenaline was pumping like crazy, she had to get out of there.
As fast as she could (which was faster then she thought) she moved her head away from the cleaner's gun and drew her desert eagle. Without flinching, she fired two shots into the man's head, he dropped. Suddenly her head stopped throbbing and everything slid back into normal. What the hell had just happened to her?
She threw the rifle into the heating pipe expecting it to be destroyed in a matter of minutes. She ran to the bottom floor of the book depository and into the street. The witness was right in front of her, he must've run down to the street to call for the police to catch her. But now he was right in front of her, frozen with fear. She couldn't stay any longer, she had to run.
Out of nowhere came more cleaners, at least thirty of them armed with automatic weapons. She turned in the direction opposite the cleaners. Right when she was about to run away she saw a figure step out of the shadows in front of her.
He had a familiar voice.
"Mona, dearest of all my friends..."
"Vlad, you bastard."
To be Concluded…
