It was officially 5:50pm and Matthew was walking up the floors to the top of the parking garage. What did he do in seven hours? Well, first he found that the security monitoring station was actually next door, so he snuck in and looped the cameras. He had a way of being invisible when he wanted to be. The next thing he did was find a Timmies, and after that he walked to the harbour-front park that was a couple minutes away and checked out the festival going on there.
Now Matthew was walking up the car ramp leading to the top floor. Thankfully, because of people going home after work there was no one up there. However, Matthew latched the 'FLOOR OFF LIMITS' sign onto the ceiling just in case. He had found the warning in the empty booth at the entrance of the parking garage and don't worry, he had his gloves on the whole time.
The 'burgundy-haired' teen sat his 'hockey' bag down beside his chosen spot and unzipped it. He moved aside the heavy equipment and hockey sticks he had been lugging around all day and found the loose seam at the corner of the bag. Matthew tugged it and the Velcro ripped loudly causing an echo in the empty space. Underneath the fake bottom of his 'hockey' bag was a black case the size of the bag which he pulled out and clicked open. Inside were disassembled pieces of his C14 Timberwolf sniper rifle.
Matthew assembled it quickly and checked his watch. 6:15pm. He was very glad how things had turned out, time wise, but as he was kneeling in front of the half wall that was blocking his way from a certain death of falling five stories, he couldn't help but feel a tad guilty that all this time he has had to lie to his parents and his younger brother.
He sighed, placed his sunglasses on top of his head, and looked through his gun's scope. Matthew saw the Prime Minister walk up to the stage and address the people in front of him. He brushed the dark bangs out of his face, aimed at the back of the man's head, got in position, braced himself, and pulled the trigger.
Matthew followed the bullet's path until it shattered the beautiful window and plunged itself into the Prime Minister's skull. He immediately went to work disassembling the gun with a blinding speed that only a professional could possess, packed everything up and bolted for the exit. He managed to get to the first floor in record time but was halted when he saw two agents posted at the exit already. Damn it. He removed his shoes and placed them into his bag pulling a hockey puck from it after and lobbing it as far as he could in the opposite direction of the exit.
The guards heard the clatter from deep within the parking garage and ran to inspect it, running past Matthew without even sparing a glance. Matthew quickly sprinted out of the parking garage and down the street. After turning the corner, he retrieved his shoes from the bag and slipped them back on, putting his sunglasses back on as well. The teen started walking back towards the mall.
That is, until a hand landed on his shoulder. Matthew turned to see a man clad in full suit and sunglasses facing him. He even had a cord leading from his ear piece into the depths of his suit.
"Is there something wrong, dude?" Matthew pretended to look like he had a sudden realization. "Oh man! Was that loud sound earlier not a firework? Are You the CIA?! HOLY CRAP?! Was it aliens?! SHIT BRO! Take cover!" He started screaming hysterically in the man's face. The nearly bald man had the decency to look confused before speaking in a deep voice.
"No, there were no aliens or whatever the hell you're talking about. We found this earlier, does it look familiar?" The man asked gesturing to the hockey puck he was holding in his hand. Matthew squinted at it before pretending as if something clicked in his head. He whipped his head down to his bag, opening it and rifling through it for a minute.
"Yo, dude! That's my hockey puck bro! What?! Are you, like, a psychosisologist are something?" Matthew asked eying the man up and down suspiciously. Matthew could feel his brain getting stupider as he continued talking and refrained from rolling his eyes at himself. Fortunately, the guard did it for him.
"No kid, I'm not psychokinetic. Here have it back, you probably dropped it or something." The man said putting emphasis on the word 'psychokinetic' before running back to the scene of the crime. Matthew shrugged and continued on his way thinking how easy it was to trick people these days.
After another eight minutes of uneventful walking he made it back to his car. Matthew threw his bag in the back and plopped into his seat, letting out a sigh, and leaning his head against the top of his steering wheel for a minute. He checked his watch. It was 6:56pm. He decided that it was a good idea as any to start driving back home. That was until he realized he had to call Ludwig.
He dialed the private line that Ludwig had given him and waited for the German to pick up.
"Hallo?"
"Hey, it's me. I've finished the task."
"Wunderbar. Where is it that you would like to meet?" Ludwig said sounding relieved.
"The park near my building. 7:30."
"Ja, good. I'll see you then." Matthew heard before hanging up. He put the car into drive and turned the radio on.
WAIT. I'M COMING UNDONE. IRATE. I'M COMING UNDONE. TOO LATE. I'M COMING UNDONE. ONE LOOKS SO STRONG. SO DELICATE. WAIT. I'M STARTING TO SUFFOCATE-
The disguised man promptly clicked the radio off. That was enough of that. Matthew sighed and continued driving down the darkening road. He made it to the park at around 7:28 and parked near the park. Far enough away to not seem suspicious but close enough so that he could get a perfect view of the area.
Movement flashed in one of the street lamps and Matthew was immediately alert. He saw the blonde German and his guard walk through the light darkness of the park and sit on a bench. He observed the pair for a little longer before cracking his knuckles, rolling his shoulders, and exiting the vehicle.
He made his way into the park and stood beside the bench. Noticing the Canadian, the blue eyed man and his guard stood.
"Mr. Beilschmidt. How good to see you again." Matthew started.
"Ja. You as well. I have been hearing about your 'performance' on all of the media forms." Ludwig replied, his straight face twitching into a grin. He then glanced over at the wig and piercings still adorning the teen's head and face questioningly.
"Disguise." The adolescent answered. "Anyways, do you have the money?" Matthew asked eyeing the metal suitcase. Ludwig nodded and held up the briefcase. Matthew opened the case while it was still in the Germans hands and retrieved the device Craig used earlier from his pocket, scanning the blue light over the bills. The lighter blonde cleared his throat.
"We saw that device earlier with your associate. If you don't mind, could you tell me what it would be?" Matthew glanced up at the man after reading the screen on the handheld scanner.
"It is a tool to help read the authenticity of bills and coins as well as if they are marked or not." The teen replied before closing the suitcase and snapping the locks in place. He grabbed the handle and took it from the older man' hands.
"It was good doing business together… Again. For both of our sakes, I hope we don't meet again." Matthew said smiling that innocent smile. Ludwig frowned and looked over at his guard who had been quiet for the whole exchange. The teen had a feeling this would happen and sighed. He knew something was off with the guard. The pale platinum blonde seemed overpowering in a way. Too much to just simply be a guard.
The man pushed his scarf out of the way so he could reach into his long coat and instead of pulling out a gun, like Matthew thought he would, he took out a… was that a water pipe? The man's violet eyes sparkled in a deranged happiness.
"It was good for me to check out the competition in disguise like I did, da?" The Russian said gleefully.
Matthew raised an eyebrow. So this guy was another assassin, eh? This was going to be good. The adolescent let his stress, guilt and general demented feelings surface and mustered a twisted smile of similar percussion.
"Oh? I have never had a rival before. What are you going to do with a water pipe though? You do realize I have a gun, right? Do I at least get to know your name?"
"My name is Ivan. Ivan Braginski, Mr. Williams."
Matthew nodded demented smile still in place and whipped his gun out in split seconds. Somehow the large Russian man had managed to seemingly teleport to Matthew's side; arms raised and ready to strike the pipe on the Canadian's skull. The teen managed to dodge out of the way before and fired his gun at Ivan, thanking all gods that he remembered to put a silencer on the thing before getting out of the car.
The bullet grazed the Russians shoulder and hit a tree behind him. Cursing under his breath, Matthew recovered and shot again this time hitting the man's shoulder. But not before the platinum haired man returned the favour by bringing his pipe into Matthew's ribs. The adolescent winced as he heard a crack and felt a bruise instantly forming on his side. He let out a growl before shoving the man and lifting his gun, pulling the trigger. The bullet pierced into Braginski's stomach. The man stumbled before pushing through the pain and lurching forward.
The metal pipe connected with Matthew's head and even though this blow wasn't as strong it still shook the teen's brain and caused his vision to go blurry. The Canadian tripped over his feet for a bit before falling to his knees, feeling the gravel of the walkway dig into them. He looked up, sight still impaired, to see Ivan holding his pipe like a bat ready for the pitch. Matthew's vision started fading in and out. He felt himself fading-
PROMISE ME YOU'LL LIVE
I PROMISE
Matthew's eyes snapped open and he was instantly alert. He made that promise to Alfred hadn't he? The teen grinned and brought his leg back swiftly before kicking at the legs in front of him with all his might. He felt the crack of the Russian's ankles and saw the tower of a man topple. His grin grew wider. He stood up on shaky feet and kicked the pipe away. The adolescent retrieved the gun that had fallen at his side, hissing at the pain in his ribs before straightening out and raising the gun to Ivan's forehead. He looked the man dead in the eye, violet clashing with violet, and said.
"You shouldn't have fucked with the person you fucked with."
Before he pulled the trigger.
Okay, so I have a lot to say about this. First of all, the C14 Timberwolf is the only Canadian-made sniper rifle I know so... yeah. Secondly, I'm sorry for killing the Prime Minister. I really am. I didn't mean to. Thirdly, I also didn't mean to make the PM's security service look stupid. I just didn't want Matt to get caught. Fourthly, stupid Matthew is funny Matthew. Fifthly, the song played briefly on the radio is NOT MINE. It is called COMING UNDONE by KORN. Sixthly, I'm pretty sure a handheld money verifying machine does not exist. Seventhly, I AM SORRY ABOUT IVAN! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! IT JUST HAPPENED! Eighthly, I am so sorry about the fight scene being bad. It was my first time writing one... *hides in corner*
Riane V: OH MY GOODNESS! YOU ARE SO SWEET! ADGKFGIMFASLFMR! I CAN'T EVEN-! :D :D :D