The Scientist
Tariq Abdul Lateef sat in the back of his limo an excited man.
He thought about how soon he and his good friend Sheikh Muhammad Ben Faisal Al-Khalifa would put their joint company, APEX on the map. With the DNA specimens they would soon purchase from a client named Hendrik Schmutz, they would produce medicines the world over.
Suddenly the limo came to a halt, and a few seconds later a large Arabian man had stuck his head into the back of the limo.
"We're here Mr. Lateef. We will acompyaning you to the elevator if you wanted?"
Tariq couldn't help but laugh on the inside at the poor Arabian's attempt at speaking a second language
"Certainly, Abu. Give me a second to make sure I have everything."
Tariq made sure his jacket was on straight, and clothes were unwrinkled. He looked at the black suitcase full of diamonds, making sure it was tightly fastened. And last but not least, he reached into his bright green jacket and pulled a pistol from it. He examined it, M9 was written in big letters on the side of the gun, in front of a large amount of model numbers he didn't care about. He was a scientist and not a gun enthusiast.
As he made his way he through the lobby, a large bearded man on either side of him, he got his keycard from the reception desk and rushed to the elevator. His child-like excitement had him in a hurry, this was his first step in becoming a millionaire.
"Thank you for the escort, Abu." He said to his bodyguard as he entered the elevator.
"Yes. Be safe." said Abu as nodded and walked away to let his friend enter the elevator.
Whilst in the elevator, Tariq flipped open his cellphone to give a quick call to his friend Mohammad.
"Hello?" said a deep voice on the other end of the line
"Mohammad! It is your good friend Tariq. I have the diamonds, and I'm headed up to my room, brother!"
"Excellent! The exchange is set for 10:30. If you need to contact me, please come see me in the casino. Phone calls aren't allowed, and the roof is quite a few flight of stairs away. I'm out of shape these days."
"Ha ha, I see. Not a problem, next time we speak will be in the Casino. Be seeing you then."
"See you then, my friend."
As Tariq closed his phone and the elevator reached his floor, Tariq closed his phone and headed into his room, room 807.
As Tariq sat in his bed, he realized he had never felt so secure. He had three guards at the door, one in his living room, and even he himself were strapped with a gun as he relaxed in his bedroom. There wasn't a thing in the world that could hurt him right now.
Or so he thought…
The Assassin, Part Two
As 47 exited the elevator, he scoured the halls for fifteen or so minutes, looking for a lead on where Lateef might be.
Finally, he encountered a portly man in the hallway, with an official Shamal hotel and casino uniform, red jacket and all.
"Excuse me, sir!" the portly man stopped in his tracks
"Yes, how may I help you?"
47 looked at what appeared to be a date-book in his jacket pocket.
"My name is Dr. Cropes, and I can't seem to figure out what room my good friend Dr. Lateef is staying in. Could you help me out, sir?"
"No problem at all… Dr. Cropes was it?"
The man took the datebook from his pocket and used his large fingers to sift through pages.
"Here we are! Lateef, Tariq Abdul" he read "Room 807."
"Thank you so much, I'll make my way to see him right now."
"No problem at all, sir."
In a flash 47 was gone. On a 7th floor balcony he found a small ledge and pulled himself up to the next floor. After a few seconds of ledge-shimmying, and careful ducking by windows, he was on Lateef's balcony.
As he always did naturally, he surveyed his surroundings; Lateef was on in the bedroom behind a closed door that was a few feet from the balcony door. A single guard resided in the living room, facing away from the door 47 would enter.
After dropping his rifle briefcase on the balcony, 47 slowly creaked the balcony door open and then, in one swift motion, moved from the balcony to the guard facing away from him and jammed a syringe into his neck as a gloved hand muffled his cry for help. The man would wake up 7 hours later, cursing 47.
With only a thin door between 47 and Lateef, 47 removed his AMT Hardballer from the holster under his jacket.
He pushed the door open quickly, catching Lateef completely by surprise! He raised his weapon and fired three shots instinctively; the bullets ripped in to Lateef's gut and chest. Lateef slumped down in his bed. 47 hated surprises and as such did not lower his weapon. He fired one more round in to Lateef's head, now satisfied with his kill. Using low velocity ammunition and the best suppressor money could buy, he was confident no one had heard the commotion.
47 finally took a breath and his slight nervousness fell from him.
"Two down. One to go." He thought to himself as he holstered his pistol.