Author's Note: I am very sorry for the long wait. Between school and homelife my time has been very limited and I've been drained to write at all. I tried with this scene and could say that I could have done better. Either way I hope you all like it and I'll try to find time to write. Enjoy.
Chapter 18: First Contract Part 2
Silence filled the small work office as Donny sat in his working chair, staring at the folder before him. Head resting on his folded arms the olive green turtle looked at the contents inside, finding various information on his target inside. This had been the third time that he looked at the info once more, just wanting to make sure he had a good idea of what he was dealing with. It was never bad to have all the facts and then some.
It had been a few hours since Shredder gave the turtle his first assignment, leaving him to deal with the target anyway and whenever he wanted. His mentor trusted him that much to deal with the target to leave him without any guidance. This was it, the moment he had been training for all these months and it was finally here. Time to put his training to use, and show he was worthy of this.
The target's name is Trevor Danson, a middle aged Hispanic man who is CEO of a small time pharmaceutical company. Wasn't married or had kids of any kinds, any close relatives were either dead or lived outside the city.
Turning the page Don found a bit of information about the company itself. Apparently it was started five years ago, it is known but not widely. There's about between fifty to eighty workers currently employed, who all work in a five story building about a few miles away from here.
The latest pages seemed to show a small rap sheet for the CEO. His crimes were small but also had a few bigger ones. A few petty thefts from before the company opened, and even a few case reports where he was suspected of embezzling. Apparently those charges were mysteriously dropped. This was what caught the turtle's eye, most likely the officals were bought off.
Donny then closed the file and decided to take a break from scanning it, then looked around the room. This room, which is his private lab became a work haven for the turtle. The once clean work space is now rattled with tools and parts of incomplete inventions.
Over the past six months the olive green turtle started to get back into the grove of tinkering. He started with small things and now started to go onto bigger projects which he managed to share with the rest of the labs. The news spread that he managed to upgrade his computer's security and soon there were requests for Don's help to upgrade all their main servers' security. And being the nice turtle he was Don helped out, and soon the labs an impenetrable computer security the likes that no one has seen. He had recived so much praise that day that he smiled and was glad to have done so. Then he started working on some protection upgrades to the vehicles that the building held.
Shredder's personal limo had many security upgrades to it. Strong armor plating, so that way no damage can be done by gunfire, even if they hit the gas port. Plus there was an advance GPA added to it. The things Donny managed to do astounded him. And also he upgraded the tech inside some of the vans, after being asked to.
With all the newly advance tools and tech the turtle had access to he had been managed to accomplish things that would normally take him weeks and months in short time. It surprised many of the other workers of the pace the turtle went and all the new things he managed to crank out. It got to the point where others waited to see what he would come out with next. Shredder had been pleased with his progressed and really given him much praise for all of his hard work.
Standing up Don walked over to a microscope, which had a few colored vials next to it. This was his latest project currently and it had taken him two months to develop to this point. He was working on a shot that would temporary boost a person's strength and speed tenfold, plus it would also raise one's pain tolerance up significantly. It's like an adrenaline shot but it would have to be altered some. So far he hit a road block but decided to slowly work on that later.
Turning back around he sat back down on his work chair and turned on his computer. Deciding to get back to work Don needed to research some extra information on the guy. Personally he wanted some back ground information that wasn't in the folder. Opening up a browser he typed the guy's name in and found a bunch of links.
Narrowing down the search he found some information about his company. Apparently his stocks were down after one of their products hospitalized many consumers. There were offers to buy out the company at a fair price but apparently the owner refused to accept since he had it in mind that he could turn things around, even though many of his workers wanted him to sell.
Even though he had a good mind there were still some negative things about the guy. There were several news articles about how the guy built his building where a small hospital was supposed to be at. Plus there were accusations that he had seemed to treat his richer cliental better than the less fortunate. Which was denied many times.
Deciding he had seen enough of the negative sides of the guy Don accessed the hospital web page he was listed to visit. It was no problem for him to hack into the system and find an online file with his medical records on it. The security in that hospital was low tech. The guy is fairly healthy, no major surgeries within a year, no birth defects, or organ problems. But apparently there was something of interest he found out.
Apparently nine months ago there was an accident where Trevor suffered a herniated disk. Something went wrong as it healed up so he was in constant pain. He was prescribed Vicodin for pain and has to take it frequently. Other than that there wasn't anything else of interest.
Powering off the computer Don leaned back in his chair and juggled his thoughts. His nerves were trembling at the aspect of what he was being asked to do, kill someone that he didn't know or did a wrong to him. He was committing murder, but wasn't it just?
"Why am I even doing this? It's wrong in so many ways…but…Shredder asked me to. And this guy is a corrupted person…Shredder would never lie to me like that…would he? No he wouldn't, he never gave me a reason to doubt him," Don shook his head and leaned forward. Resting his head in his hands. "But I have to do it…even though I don't want to…I don't want to disappoint Shredder since he has done so much for me. Shell he got me out of that dungeon like place, and gave me things I've always wanted. I owe him a lot."
Don shruddered at the memory of his initial days of captivity, wanting to desperately forget it. But soon it fast forward to when Shredder helped him, and basically rescued him. All in all his survival was because of him and now his new skills and strength was because of his teaching. He was so indebted to Shredder that he didn't know how to repay him.
"I have to do it, I just have to," He said to himself as he opened a drawl and placed the file inside. Getting up he then headed out of the lab, it was dark out so now was as good as a time as ever.
The wind hit Don's face as he jumped from building to building in the city. The olive green turtle feeling a sense of freedom as he soared through the higher ground. It was strange being out of Foot HQ and out in the city on his own. It had been stated before that Donny had been free to come and go from the building as he pleased, but it still felt weird.
Being able to run again like in the old days, but this time is very different. He's a lot quicker than before, he's making record time as he jumped from one building to the next. Clearing gaps that he could never do so in the past. All of this was thanks to his training, which granted him new abilities he never thought he could have.
Stopping on one building Donny walked over to the edge and looked over. Both eyes peered down and saw rows of houses below, a suburb. "Ditmas Park, Brooklyn…got the right place," he said to himself as he reached into his pouch and pulled out a piece of paper, which had his target's address on it. Looking back down he noticed that he had the right street, but now had to find the right house. Scanning four houses down he spotted the one that matched the one that was written down.
Nodding Donny then scanned the streets, noting that it was completely dark, save for the street lights at the end of the block and porch lights on the house. Other than that he could sneak over there under the cover of darkness without being spotted.
Being careful Don then climbed down the building he was on and stealthy trekked to his destination. Eyes in sight he got closer till he is right in front of the target building. The house is a simple two story building, complete with a small lawn and porch. That's all he could see from the front. Not very suiting for someone who is a CEO of a small company. The turtle is surprised that he didn't live in a gated community or something. Shell the house didn't even have a fence.
Both eyes then looked as he saw a light on in the first floor. Being careful to avoid the porch light Don made his way up till he was underneath the window. Rising up slightly he peeked in. The inside of the house is clean and seemed to have some pricey furniture. He's currently looking into the den and found his target, sitting on a leather sofa watching the news.
Watching for a few minutes Don saw the guy rise up off the couch and walk over to a cabinet. Opening it various liquors could be seen, all with different labels that Don couldn't read from his distance. He saw him reach for a large clear bottle with a clear liquid inside. Grabbing a glass from the inside he then poured some into it and taking a swig from it.
Soon the guy then turned off the TV and headed upstairs, now would be the time for Don to act. He snuck around back, to a nice and well-kept backyard and found the backdoor. Sighing in relief since there wasn't any lights on Don approached the door and tried to open it. Locked, like always.
Reaching into the pouch on his belt Don then pulled out a lock pick. Over the past few months Don had been instructed to learn to perfect this skill, which he managed to. Inserting the pick Donny then started to jiggle the tumblers in the lock. Hearing the small clicks told him he was making progress. A slightly louder click announced that the first tumbler was set, so he moved to the next one. Repeating the same process he soon heard the same click, announcing that the next tumbler was unlocked.
Soon he managed to unlock the door, smirking he pulled the pick out and put it away, then reached to open the door. Stepping inside and keeping low Don was now inside the house, engulfed in the home's darkness. Closing the door behind him and making sure to lock the door to leave no evidence of entry.
Keeping low Don stealthy moved through the home, first finding himself in the kitchen he managed to walk passed the clean, and somewhat dusty place he exited it and entered the den, right where his target just was at.
Curiosity got the better of Don as he walked over to the cabinet that was just opened, and to his surprise it was still open and the bottle that he saw is still out. Eyes squinting Donny read the label, "Vodka…odd drink to have while on pain pills."
He then quickly turned as footsteps could be heard, coming down the stairs. "…no, I forgot to do something downstairs," the guy's voice could be heard.
In a flash Don stealthy jumped behind the couch and went prone, hiding himself just in time as his target got down the stairs. Sticking to the shadows Don stuck his head out around the side of the couch and saw his target. The guy is normal height, a bit overweight, but other than that the other information about him is accurate.
"No, I left my liquor cabinet open," Trevor said, holding a cell phone up to his right ear. The guy then poured himself more of the vodka before capping and putting it back in the cabinet before closing it. A huge sigh came out of the Hispanic, "I've told you, I don't care how much they offer, I built this company up from nothing and I'm not letting some rich Japanese tycoon get his hands on it."
That raised an eye on Don, curious as to who he's talking about. But apparently from what he could tell someone wanted his company, for what reason he didn't know.
"Look I know you want it, but there is something called pride and I'm not going to give this company up…Look I know the employees are pressuring me but…It's still no!" he then hung up the phone and slammed it down on the counter near the cabinet. "Ow!" he cried out, apparently he hunched over and popped his back, causing pain to flare up.
Reaching down into his pocket he then pulled out a medicine bottle but stopped. "No…can't take it...not while I've been drinking…" he sighed disappointingly as he realized that he's going to be in pain for the night. "I hate that!" he slammed the pills down and took his glass before going back up the stairs.
Don remained hidden as the footsteps indicated that they were at the top of the stairs, then the lights turned off. Knowing it was safe he stood up, walking out from behind his cover. "Wow…the guys just wanted to have a successful company…and someone wants to buy him out. I know it's first impressions but the guy doesn't seem that bad. But…I can't go back unsuccessful…I don't want Shredder to be disappointed. He has so much expectations for me, and I want to fulfill them, so that means I have to kill him."
Both eyes were then drawn to the forgotten bottle of meds on the table. Walking over he then picked the bottle up, eyes squinting as he could read the label in the dark. "Trevor Danson…Vicodin…take 1-2 5 mg/300 mg every four to six hours for pain…do not exceed eight tablets…warning, do not mix with alcohol…"
An idea sparked into the turtle's mind, a brief flash back to the medical book he was told to read. He read that mixing both can increase a chance of overdose, because both are central nervous system depressants. They both slow down the brain and spinal cord, especially the part that controls breathing, blood pressure, the heart rate and temperature.
Remembering the way the guy is dressed he must be heading to bed, not before finishing off his drink. A genius thought came to mind as he uncapped the bottle and poured a hand full of the pills into his palm. Not bothering to count how many there were Don closed his fist, small crunching sounds being heard. "At least I can give him a painless death."
Don took a moment to collect himself right now. This was it, if he was going to turn back now was the time. Yet that option seemed pointless right now after coming so far. Gulping and steadying his nerves Don remembered what he had to do and made his way for the stairs.
Upstairs Trevor walked into his room, not bothering to close the door as he headed to his bedside table. Opening the drawl to put his phone in it before closing it. "I don't know how much I can take…I'm not selling it to Saki…no matter how much money he offers." Standing up straight he rubbed his face with his hand, sighing in frustration. "I know it was him making all those accusations about me...those reports and lies...but with no proof I can't disprove it."
Placing his drink on the stand he then headed for another door that lead to a bathroom that is connected to the room. Needing to go before heading to bed.
Two eyes watched as his target headed out of the room, waiting a few seconds just to make sure it wasn't for a quick trip Don entered. Staying hunched both eyes scanned the room for the drink, sighing as he spotted it on the bedside table Don silently walked over to it, kneeling down before it.
Squeezing his hand more to crush the pills into a fine dust the olive green turtle then held his hand over the glass and let the powder fall into the liquid, slowly mixing together, but making the liquid white. Acting quickly Don used his finger to stir the contents till they slowly mixed together as one, changing it back into a clear liquid.
His head then snapped to the door, hearing a flush, indicating that his target was done. He needed to hide, but he couldn't exit the room quick enough. Luckily the bed seemed tall enough off the ground so he rushed underneath just in time as the door open.
Freezing so he wouldn't make a sound Don heard the guy's footsteps heading over to the bed, his heart rate going up as the guy got closer. Still he was well hiding but winced as the bed sank some, indicating that the mattress is being sat on. He could see the guy's legs and feet as he was sitting near the bedside table. Just then he heard some slurping followed by a cough.
"Man…I must be drinking this stuff too much…either way it's a waste dumping it," Trevor said as silence followed then the glass hitting the table.
Don then saw his legs and feet disappear, indicating that he was laying down now. Perfect, Donny couldn't move at all or else he would be found out. So he's stuck underneath the bed until either he falls asleep or the drug laced drink takes effect. This was going to be boring…real boring since …he didn't…have…
Both eyes then jerked open as his senses were alerted, a hint of drowsiness waving before disappearing. "Was I…asleep? He was shocked at the fact that he may have fell asleep without knowing, how much time had passed? An hour, a minute, he wasn't sure. Either way he listened for any sound, maybe snoring, but there was nothing. Did this guy snore at all? Of course, middle aged people tend to snore, but there wasn't any. Does that mean...it's done?
Taking the chance then Don then slipped out from underneath the bed, making sure to be quiet. Planting his feet on the ground he then stood up and looked on the bed, seeing his target sprawled on the bed, not moving. Both eyes then looked down at his stomach, the rise and fall absent.
His breathing hitched at the possible realization that might have happened. Reaching forward with a shaky hand Don then pressed two fingers against the guy's neck and both eyes closed in realization…no pulse. His idea worked, and now his target is dead, having a painless death.
Now not caring about making any noise Don stumbled back, shell hitting the wall as he slid to the floor, a bit of nausea hitting him. "I…I just…killed someone…willingly…" His head dropped into his hands as he started to feel sick, not because of the kill but at the fact that he did it of his own free will. His body trembled and breathing hitched some.
"Please… Forgive me for what I did," Don said to someone as he sat there for a while longer. Needing time to recover from this.
A/N: Hope you like. Once again this could have been better but I don't know what happened. Either way this was Don's first contract as an assassin and he passed. Now in the next chapter things are going to take a shift in another direction. You'll see why. And I thank thoses who waited for the chapter. Till next time.