Jesus of Suburbia
"So you're Mark Parchezzi? Otherwise known as "The Albino." You sure don't look like any assassin to me." Mark chuckled.
"And you must be Agent 17. What a surprise that we'd be meeting in Las Vegas huh. You've already killed the Vice President and now you're here to kill me? You wouldn't do that to me would you 17?"
"I'll do whatever I'm paid to do," 17 replied.
The Vice President had been visiting the Las Vegas for a special announcement regarding Las Vegas along with the President himself. They had rented a huge mansion for a week but that week for the Vice President ended a bit too quick for him. 17 had already sniped him when he was in the backyard just looking around. Since there were no guards to look after him, it was easy to take him down. Now 17 stood face to face with one of the best assassins in the world. They were both just staring at each other in the basement until Mark spoke up. "You had to have known that the Vice President and I were working together."
17 nodded. "Yes. Both of you were planning to assassinate the President because he wanted to put a stop to something."
Mark grinned. "Yeah, he wanted to put a stop to scientific development of the new ERA of cloning. We both hated him for making such a stupid move, so we decided that if we kill him, everything would still run cleanly, with or without him." Taking a look at his watch, 17 just stood there with a look of curiosity on his face. "Got to go 17. I hope we'll meet again soon though. Bye." Once Mark had said that, he pulled out something that looked like a detonator, and pressed the red button on top. 17 had no time to react as an explosion of dust covered the basement and flames engulfed the hole the explosion had made for Mark to escape to the outside and leave behind 17. Running as fast as he can, he left the basement and looked around, searching for Mark. 17 gave up and left the mansion to head to his van. 'Damn it! How could I not see that coming,' his mind screamed at him. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'I'll have to contact Diana in order to find him again.'
Getting into the drivers seat, he put the van into gear and drove off, leaving only the Vice President dead.
"So far, we have no ID on our vic. That really sucks, especially when we have barely any evidence that our attacker left for us," Sara said. Grissom nodded.
"I'm going to head down to the morgue," he stated.
Opening the heavy doors of the morgue, Gil entered and saw Doc. Robbins holding the brain of the vic. "What have you got for me Doc," Grissom asked as he stood on the opposite side of Doc. Robbins. The corner looked up and then looked back down at the brain.
"Well, it's not hard to see that he was shot but he was shot from behind. Here's the bullet I found that was in the brain." He handed a metal bowl that contained a small bullet that looked to be from a 44 caliber. Grissom took the bowl and examined it closely for a second then set the bowl down. "Did you find anything on the clothes or anything under his fingernails," Grissom asked.
Doc. Robbins shock his head and stated that when the bullet entered his skull, it did not shut down all movement or activity but the vic bleed out instead. After concluding his death, Grissom frowned, thanked Robbins, and headed out of the morgue to meet Sara.
He walked down the halls and saw her in the break room looking over some evidence they had found at the scene. "Guess what Grissom. We have another dead body over by the strip."
"Are you serious," he asked with a shocking look on his face.
Sara nodded and got up from her chair and handed him the keys to his truck. She then whispered something in his ear. "Las Vegas is now the City of the Damned."