Title: Hitmen
Author: vashsunglasses
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
AU: The Hitmen Universe (Status-Closed without express permission from me until the story is finished. If you really want to write something, please ask, I'm a nice girl and will probably say yes as long as you link back to me and this story.)
Rating: T
Summary: AU Las Vegas is home to group of seven professional hitmen.
Disclaimer: I don't own "The Magnificent Seven" in any of its incarnations. I am not a hitman and I know nothing about assassination techniques or weapons so don't be too hard on me if I get something wrong. I am making no money from this writing and do this for my own personal enjoyment only.
Warning: The fic contains graphic violence and criminal behavior.
Hitmen Chapter Three
Four Days Later
Las Vegas 6:00AM
Outside Larry Douglas' Condo
The young man seemed to have come out of nowhere and Ezra had no time to dodge him before they ran into each other. "Hey! Watch it man, I'm walking here!" The younger man said with an East Coast accent.
Ezra carefully straightened his expensive suit before looking into the face of his accuser, "I beg your pardon?" he asked coldly, looking at the younger man's shoulder length black hair and baggy clothes with thinly veiled disgust.
The young man's face was sarcastic and he folded his arms across his chest with a slightly superior air, "You should pay more attention to your surroundings."
Ezra's eyebrow rose, displaying his indignation, "What…"
The young man threw up one of his hands suddenly and interrupted, "People get so wrapped up in themselves that they don't pay attention to the people around them. All they care about is their jobs. It's pathetic, really. There is so much going on right under people's noses and they miss it all."
Ezra drew himself up to his full height and threw the younger man a condescending look, "Little boy, I've seen more in my life than you could imagine." His voice was coolly dismissive.
The younger man withdrew his hand and laughed, "Whatever you say old man..." he said with a snicker as he walked around Ezra and continued down the street.
Ezra put the annoying young man out of his mind as he walked down the sidewalk, and after about a hundred feet he reached the entrance to the new Condo complex that had been Douglas' place of residence since it finished construction half a year previous. He entered the spacious lobby on the ground floor and grinned as he saw that the front desk was vacant. It's amazing where a little money can get you… he thought, and his grin grew wider. This is almost too easy.
He leaned over the front of the desk and pressed the hidden button that called the elevators down to pick him up. After that it was a short walk to the gold painted doors of the elevators, and an even shorter wait for an available elevator to open for him and begin its accelerated trip to the top floor. Once he reached the top floor he pulled out his cell phone and hit the button that connected him directly to Josiah, who was currently hanging from an electrical pole behind the building.
Josiah pulled his ringing cell phone out of his front pocket and put it to his ear. "I can't believe this is actually working, it's like something out of a bad movie…" he said with a hint of a laugh in his voice.
Ezra pushed himself against the wall and whispered quietly in reply, "It's like I said earlier: Sometimes the direct approach is the best one."
"Indeed." Josiah nodded to himself, "When one casts a wide net, it's hard to stop the smaller fish from swimming through the gaps."
Ezra rolled his eyes and hung up, putting the phone away and pulling some black leather gloves out of his pocket, which he quickly put on just before the hallway went red as Josiah cut the power to the building and the emergency lights went on.
Ezra pulled a small handgun with a silencer out of his breast pocket and quietly made his way to the bend in the hallway that lead to his target's condo. It was too quiet and it made him nervous. He had expected to hear some kind of noise from the bodyguards that were stationed at Douglas' door, but all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing echoing in the corridor. He paused at the corner, and then spun into the next hallway only to find himself aiming his gun at nothing at all. There was no one there. What the hell?
He could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he walked to the door. There was blood on the doorknob and his heart beat accelerated in his chest as a horrible idea grew in his mind. No. It's not possible…
He reached for the knob, grimacing in slight disgust as he felt the blood slick his grip as he turned it and opened the door. What he saw when he looked inside stole his breath.
Nathan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and turned up the radio slightly as one of his favorite songs came on. When he looked up he noticed Josiah drive by in a white truck and gave his friend an almost imperceptible nod.
Any minute now, he thought as he scanned the rear view mirror for the image of his boss. A crowd had gathered outside the building as residents had walked outside into the early morning heat to escape the darkness of their homes. After about ten minutes Ezra made his way out of the crowd and stalked up to the passenger door. The slam of the door and the look on his face told Nathan one thing. Ezra was pissed.
"What happened?" Nathan asked.
Ezra threw an Ace of Spades onto Nathan's lap with a dark scowl, "I'm going to kill whoever is responsible for this."
His friend's eyes widened, "You mean…"
Ezra ground his teeth and nodded sharply, "His throat was slit before I got there."
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