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.
Note: This chapter has a lot of language and some disturbing mental states.
Hitmen Chapter Seven
One Month Later
Las Vegas 4:53PM
Westside Apartment
Ezra smiled as he closed his cell phone and stuck it in the front pocket of his maroon suit jacket. "Well Gentlemen, I think we've found the job we've been looking for," he said to the two men standing nearby. He silently picked up a steno book and pen and sat down at the table with them. Nathan and Josiah stood over his shoulders and watched as he began to write.
This is the job we have been waiting for. Now we can catch that little bastard who's been stealing our work.
"Really? That's great," Nathan said, "What are the particulars?"
"He's a forty-seven year old white male who is temporarily living at the Stardust hotel due to an unfortunate fire at his residence in Summerlin on the west side of town." Ezra said.
Chris and his crew will be able to get in undetected and catch him in the act of trying to upstage us.
"Sounds perfect brother Ezra," Josiah interjected. "With all the crowds it will be easy to set up."
I will write down everything we know about the hit so far and Josiah can slip it to them when he goes out later this evening. If Lady Luck is on our side they will be both willing and able to attend our little sortie this weekend.
"So, what's the target's name?" Nathan asked.
Ezra looked at his accomplices with his lips drawn up in a smirk. The smirk turned into a grin before he answered, "Judge Orin W. Travis."
Two birds with one stone.
Simultaniously
Las Vegas 4:53PM
Silverstar Motel
In a small dark room in a rundown motel complex approximately three blocks from Ezra Standish's condominium, a dark haired young man muttered to himself as he typed the name 'Judge Orin W. Travis' into a search engine. A headset rested around his neck and from this the soft sound of voices could still be faintly overheard.
The first bug had been ridiculously easy to plant, all he had had to do was pay a Chinese food delivery boy to let him borrow his cap and finish his delivery for him. When the dark skinned one had handed him the change for the food he had pretended to drop it, and while on his knees he had stuck the bug on the underside of the door. He expected the man to notice his slight of hand, but he hadn't. But then again, no one had ever really noticed him except for his mother, and now that she was gone it was as if he had become transparent altogether. A ghost.
The second and third bugs had been even easier. Call up the men and tell them that he needed to inspect the plumbing. He was sure that they would see right through him, but yet again his strange invisibility was at work. He had wandered through their home, looking at the pipes in the kitchen and bathroom and taping bugs to the back sides of them. On his way out the door he met the dark skinned doctor once again. His breath had caught in his throat in anticipation but the man had barely glanced at him as he walked by. When he got back to the motel he had spent fifteen hours in front of the cracked mirror in the dingy bathroom, telling himself over and over again, "I exist," before passing out on the spotted tile floor in exhaustion.
After that it had taken several weeks of listening in on Ezra's conversations with his men before he had been able to get up the nerve to take his first retribution. He had focused his entire being on this mission, focused every thought on completing it successfully. He was so ready for action that when the gang leader caught him alone in the alleyway and threatened him it was as natural as breathing to slide the knife into his throat. As the man bled out onto the ground the young man had placed one of his cards into his gaping mouth.
It was the afternoon of the very next day that he had leaned his head on the window of the public bus just in time to see a man's chest explode, right in the middle of the crosswalk. He didn't think the bus driver had seen it though, because the bus continued to the next stop and opened its doors to exchange passengers. The man who had gotten on at that stop had struck the air from his lungs. Everything, from the length of his stride to the set of his shoulders, to the frozen glare in his eyes, screamed predator in bright neon letters to him. This man was a killer. He had spoken to the man, needing to know if this man was responsible for the carnage a mere thirty feet away. "Did you see what happened?" he had asked. The man had responded with a platitude that was obviously meant to shut him up, but he couldn't stop himself from responding with his own platitude, "That's scary." And then the man had rewarded him with words that spun in his dreams for weeks afterwards, "Yeah, it is, isn't it. Life is cheap."
Larry Douglas' guards hadn't even looked at him with the least bit of suspicion when he walked up the hallway and asked them if he had the right room. Their throats were slit before their hands even began to reach for their side arms. When he entered the apartment, Douglas had been too busy watching the game on TV to even glance his way. It was the last mistake he ever made and the young man was already out of the complex and walking down the sidewalk before the power was cut to the building. And before that, he had even had time to give that bastard Ezra a lecture on paying attention to his surroundings. "Pay attention to me!" he cried out inside as he was coldly dismissed by the other man. "Pay attention to me!"
It had taken several hours in front of the bathroom mirror to stop that inner voice from its repetitive cries. And it was several hours more before he could bring himself to eat something and get some sleep.
That next day he had woken up from a single hour's sleep to find out that there was something big going down at the Super Wal-Mart near the Air Force Base. The golden haired killer had been there and for an instant the young man's heart had thumped in his chest as he felt those cold cold eyes come to rest on him. On him! And then Ezra and the large man and the doctor who looked right through him had shown up and the men had begun a battle that had ended with an explosion several miles away.
The young man hummed faintly to himself as he finished his basic search for information on the Judge. Maybe when this was all over and Ezra was destroyed he would try to find out more about the blond killer and his friends…