sylverd: Saludos desde el otro lado del mundo también. No te preocupes, nunca dejarán de hacer historias sobre Eren y Mikasa; Siempre habrá gente que quiera contarles a Eren y Mikasa una historia feliz... o hacerlos pasar por otra ronda de desesperación y tragedia, pero animo a lo primero, jajaja.
Chapter 3
Before taking action, Eren looks at his wristwatch. It's on the outside of his wrist - no can do. He turns the watch so it's on the inside of his wrist before tugging his sleeve up. He makes sure his skintight Attack Titan mask is on tightly and nothing is blocking his peripheral vision. He looks over his pistol: the lovable M1911 - famous for having seven rounds and being a Call of Duty classic. Waiting until the gorilla thug leaves the balcony, Eren springs to his feet.
BANG!
The gorilla thug drops with a fountain of blood springing from his nape. The exit wound is just above his lip and below his nose - perfect. Eren springs over the balcony and kicks through the screen door. Drawing his guns on the three remaining people, he squeezes the trigger. BANG! BANG! BANG! Twin 1 and Twin 2 drop dead. Eren aims for Lou. BANG! He hits him square in the calf, dropping him to the ground. The blonde thug draws his weapon when-
BANG!
Eren moves onto Lou before he sees something move in the corner of his eye. The redhead thug crashes into Eren, knocking his pistol out of his hand before shoving him against the wall. Eren knees him in the stomach and shoves him back. The redhead thug growls and bites Eren's forearm. He claws at his neck, drawing blood, and staining his white teeth. Eren smacks him against the forehead and throws him to the ground, Sambo style. The redhead thug kicks him away before getting to his feet. Charging Eren, the two of them struggle, throwing punches and kicks, aiming for the other's weak spot.
Eren knees him in the groin before flipping him to the ground. Delivering an uppercut kick to his jaw, he performs a dive roll across the floor to pick up his discarded gun. Aiming for the redhead, he pulls the trigger.
CLICK!
The redhead growls and lungs for Eren, biting into his arm again. Eren winces and pistol-whips him. Holding him back, he smashes the pistol into his mouth, knocking several teeth out, before kicking him back. Eren rips the slide back, ejects the jammed shelling from the slide, and pulls the trigger.
BANG!
The redhead thug drops at arm's length away from Eren.
Seeing that he is empty, Eren quickly slaps a new magazine into the gun before his eyes land on Lou, who is already out the front door, limping, crying in pain.
Eren walks after him. BANG! Putting another bullet in his calf just as he's on the curb of his apartment, Lou falls to the ground in the empty parking lot. Flopping under a streetlight, Lou turns on his back, clutching his leg, worried it might fall off.
Lou's eyes land on the figure in the Attack Titan mask towering over him like a jolly green giant. Lou pants hard, forgetting the pain in his calf as he crawls away. "No," he begs, "no, who are you?! Who the fuck are you?"
BANG! BANG! Eren puts two bullets in the ground beside Lou's left hand, making him jump out of his skin.
"Fuck you. FUCK YOU!"
Eren lines his sights up to Lou's head and-
VROOM!
A car drives into Eren, sending him flying across the ground. Eren hits a brick wall hard and bounces off the surface. Climbing to his feet, the car drives back off the curb and comes to Lou's side.
Four men get out of the black car and draw their pistols on Eren.
Eren snaps his aim towards the gunmen and pulls the trigger. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The three thugs collapse with the last one falling to his knee, clutching his shoulder tightly. Eren quickly slaps a new magazine into his gun. BANG!
Eren rolls over as a second black car arrives in the parking lot with the thugs staying in the car and shooting in Eren's direction. Eren runs for it and leaps behind the only car left in the parking lot.
"Go around!" the thugs yell. "Kill him!"
VROOM!
A motorcycle rides into the parking lot and pauses near Lou's position. Lou quickly climbs on the back and yells at the gunmen. "Kill that bastard!"
The second car from earlier decides to drive into the car Eren's hiding behind and shoves it and Eren forward. Eren gets crushed against the wall and the car. The thug car quickly backs up and revs up the engine like a bull. Eren tries peeling himself free from his makeshift rock-and-a-hard place but fails. Eren is now helpless with his waist pinned to the car. He aims for the car and pulls the trigger.
CLICK!
Damn, the gun jammed again.
The second car revs, making a noise that sounds eerily like a bull roaring before it takes off.
Out of nowhere, a third car crashes into the second car, crashing into the driver's side, killing him instantly. The two cars roll to a stop with the four thugs in the second car climbing out, covered in cuts and bruises.
The driver and passenger of the third car have knives through their necks. As does the passenger in the rear driver's side but he continues twitching.
Eren looks to his right and sees a familiar figure standing twenty feet away, wielding two blades with a familiar, lovely red scarf around their neck.
"Eren," Mikasa whispers to herself. "looks like you need me saving you again."
Still watching, Lou pats the motorcyclist on the back and urges him to ride off as Mikasa charges for the four gunmen.
At lightning speed, Mikasa closes the gap between the four men and gives herself an advantage when she spears her left sword at one of the gunmen.
SHING! The gunman takes the sword to the throat and collapses.
Mikasa yells and rams the second gunman into the car, causing him to bounce off and impale her knife through the stomach. She rips the sword she threw earlier free from the corpse and- SHING! - The gunman collapses, his neck leaking like a juice box.
The third and fourth gunmen draw on her. She slices their hands and kicks them back. They draw their pistols and she simply slashes their hands again. Without wasting a second, she slices their dominant hands off before raising both swords high above her head.
SH/NG!
Both gunmen collapse on their side, their heads rolling down the street.
"Eren!" Mikasa runs to his side and grabs his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Eren pulls the slide back, freeing the pistol of its jammed casing. Mikasa ducks.
BANG!
The gunman still alive in the third car with a knife stuck three-quarters in his throat slumps against the back of the driver's seat, a hole between their eyes, dropping the gun they were about to use on Mikasa.
Mikasa gazes at the aftermath before focusing on Eren. "Thank you."
Eren pulls his mask down. "Too slow, Mikasa."
"I could say the same for you." She pries him free. Helping him climb over the car, she pats his back once he's on solid ground.
"Eren, the last time I checked, you were supposed to be a total badass."
"And you used to be able to hear someone alive behind you."
"Rusty, perhaps."
"Four years rusty." Eren winces as steam rises off his body. "Damn it!" He kicks the damaged car. "FUCK! He got away! That punk got away!"
"I thought you would kill him," Mikasa scoffs. "I guess you couldn't help yourself to a silent villainous gloat, right?"
Eren glares at her. "I should've killed that punk when I had the chance; that won't happen again. The next time I see that bastard, I'm going to put a bullet through his eye. I'm going to fucking kill him." Eren walks forward, stepping over the bodies. "How did you find me, Mikasa?"
"I saw the address on Lou's background check. I figured you'd be here after waking up with you gone."
"They released him." Eren clenches his fists.
Mikasa rolls her eyes. "Duh." She narrows her eyes. "Don't tell me you did your whole..." she mimics the same gesture from earlier - putting her hand to her mouth and pretending to bite - "... your whole schtick with your hand."
"I did." Eren smacks himself up the head. "I should've done it again before I fucking ambushed Lou. I should've done the same trick the day when Sasha died."
Mikasa looks around, her ears perking. "Eren, we have to leave now; the police are on their way."
Without wasting another second, the two flee the area.
Chapter 4
Water Park
Spiking his drink with a clear liquid from a vial he pulled out of his pocket, Wald Richter waits a few seconds before sipping his drink. Sitting in a small beach chair at the edge of a park for children, he leans back before sipping his water bottle again. Several men stand guard around them, wearing casual clothing rather than business suits. Finishing his water bottle, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out the cigarettes his employers handed to him for free the other day. Taking a long drag, he sits back in his beach chair and listens to children playing.
These children, these poor innocent children. They better have fun while they can because as soon as they're of age, they're not going to like their future.
An assistant walks to Wald and whispers in his ear. "Sir, there's a phone call for you."
"What are you waiting for?" He takes another drag. "Hand it to me."
The assistant hands him his cell phone.
"This is Mr. Richter."
"Wald..." a shaky voice comes through, "fuck, fuck man, it's you. Where are you? Listen, I need help."
"Oh no." He rolls his eyes. "Lou, what have you done this time now?"
"I was fucking shot at. I was fucking shot at, bitch!"
Wald opens his eyes. "Don't use that foul language with me, Mr. Meade. Tell me what is going on right this minute."
"Are you fucking deaf; I've been shot. I fucking need a doctor; the duct tape isn't going to hold on anymore."
"I'm enjoying my day off at the park and you want to whine and complain about some boo-boo you got?"
"You fucking bitch!"
"Today's my day off and for using that crude language, I'm hanging up now." Without waiting another second, he hangs up. "I'm sure he can find a back alley doctor or something himself."
An hour later, a motorcycle pulls up to the curb, Lou limps off, a bandage wrapped poorly around his leg. Looks like he did manage to find a back alley doctor.
Wald sighs heavily. "I told you to not disturb me and you come down to my place of meditation?"
"Watching children? Yeah, real meditating." He grabs his shoulder. "Listen to me you little-"
The bodyguard shoves Lou back. "Watch where you put your hands, Louey."
"I was shot at."
"Yes," Wald nods, "as you've already said before. What do you want? Haven't you been shot at before and haven't you shot at people?"
"I was ambushed. I was ambushed in my fucking home. Which of our enemies know where we live because I want them to get real cozy with the end of my barrel."
"Hitmen have always been able to find out where we live, no matter what. Our people rarely survive hitmen attacks but I wonder what you've done to earn the ire of a hitman."
"I didn't kill any of our competitors but they fucking sicced somebody on me."
"Who have you pissed off? And stop using curse words in front of me."
"I don't know; that is why I want answers. I want to know who put a hit on my head. Give me names."
"There's a lot of people who want us dead so you're going to have to be more specific. Describe this person. What did they look like?"
"I didn't get a good look at their face; they were wearing a mask."
Wald laughs. "Of course, Lou, they always do."
Lou pauses. "Which one of our competitors wears an Attack Titan mask?"
Wald's brows arch. "What? They were wearing an Attack Titan mask?" He laughs. An Attack Titan mask?
"Yeah. They broke in and popped my bodyguards in the face. Like, he shot them, right between the mouth and nose." He points to the spot between his upper lip and nose.
Wald looks at him. "Really?" He narrows his eyes. "Quick question: was there a girl involved?"
"Yes," Lou nods firmly, "a Chinese girl with swords."
"She's Japanese; FUCK!" Wald curses, sinking into his seat. The children on the playground look at him. "Sorry kiddos."
"Sir, I thought you hated foul language," Lou smirks.
Ignoring him, Wald turns to one of his bodyguards. "Felix, what is the name of the woman Lou killed at the McDonald's a few days ago?"
A man adjusting his tie pauses. "Sasha Braus," he answers mechanically like a robot.
"Sasha Braus?" He pulls out his phone and opens a file. Looking through the file, he lands on a newspaper detailing the actors of valor carried out by a squad. The photo of the squad shows Sasha Braus next to some bald to her right and-
There they were: Eren Jaeger and Mikasa - the Attack Titan mask and red scarf are all the proof needed.
Closing his phone, Wald sinks deeper into his beach chair. "Lou, you dumb motherfucker." He keeps his volume down as he turns to the reckless young man. "You have no idea how badly you screwed up." He stands up. "You being here, standing in front of me, with just a flesh wound to the leg-"
"It isn't a fucking-"
"- is a miracle. You being here is a miracle." Pulling out another cigarette, he lights it before taking a drag. The sweet taste of the nicotine manages to calm his nerves and keep his voice from trembling as he continues. "The woman you killed as collateral damage at McDonald's is Sasha Braus."
"So?" Lou shrugs. "Why should that matter?"
"Sasha Braus served in the Scout Regiment with Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackermann."
"And why should I worry about that? Who are they?"
Wald glares at him. "Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackermann are the last soldiers you ever want to piss off. Eren Jaeger is one to hold a grudge like you've never seen before and Mikasa is the most loyal wife known to mankind. They called Eren the 'Attack Titan' and Mikasa the 'Red Scarf'."
"Ooh, so they got a scary nickname; why should that matter? Anyone can call themselves the Attack Titan."
"True. It is true that anyone can call themselves the Attack Titan and Red Scarf but how many deserved that title? They once killed three adult men when they were 9-years-old. 9-fucking-years-old, Lou. They earned those nicknames after the Battles of Trost and Shiganishna." He takes a drag. "Are you aware of these battles?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Those battles were despairing times, especially the Battle of Trost. Hundreds of civilians died, far too many civilians died. Panic and chaos erupted in the streets. Parents trampled over their children, people clawed at other people to get away from the Titan soldiers. The Garrison and Survey Corps were taking a brutal beating from the Titan soldiers until two soldiers came along the way. One wearing the Attack Titan's mask and the other wearing a red scarf." Another drag. "We won this battle because of these two soldiers, because of their capabilities. These two soldiers killed 80% of the enemy forces." One more drag. "The two soldiers who killed these enemies were known as the Attack Titan and the Red Scarf... otherwise known as... Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackermann."
"Lou pauses, eyes going wide, breath escaping him. "Oh."
"Yeah," Wald nods earnestly. "'Oh' is right. The people you pissed off have what it takes to take on an entire army and you killed their friend?"
"She was collateral," Lou yells, "I was aiming to kill a traitor and-"
"You killed Sasha Braus. You killed their friend. Everyone who knows Eren knows he became a Scout for the sole purpose of avenging his parents and Mikasa joined to protect him. Eren is the most dangerous assassin you'll ever know with the most dangerous bodyguard alive." He pauses. "Well, there is one person who can take them on but he is still serving in the war and he's on Eren and Mikasa's side." Wald turns away. "You fucked up, Lou. Whatever you saw last night, it was just a bite-sized sample of what they could do. A very small fraction of their abilities. As I've said: you being alive right now is a miracle but you're not going to be alive for very long." He puts out the cigarette and stomps it.
"No," Lou shakes his head. "You're lying. You're saying this to scare me."
"If it makes you sleep better on your last night, then think that." He turns away. "If I were you, I'd tie up any loose ends I may have. I'd get rid of any dirty magazines I'm keeping stashed under my bed."
"Hey," Lou yells, "if you know their names, we can just send a hitman after them, right?"
"I can get you set up with life insurance but I doubt it'll be worth anything. I mean, if I employed you in Africa, you'd be world-famous for having the-
"Wald!" Lou yells. "Can't you do anything?"
"I'm trying to do something; I'm trying to find out what to do to make your last day on earth more comfortable. I mean, what do you want? I can have my private chef cook you your favorite meal but-"
"How about you send hitmen on these two, huh? Or are you too dense to even consider that an option?"
Wald laughs again. "No. On the contrary, you are the one too dense to understand that you are dead." He steps forward, making Lou step back. "The Attack Titan and Red Scarf want you dead. They will hunt you to the ends of the earth to kill you. Like I said: I can make your last day on earth feel more comfortable. I can get my lawyer to help you with your will, I can play your favorite song for your funeral - provided there's enough left for an open casket - and I can have one of my best call girls give you one last night of-"
"Send hitmen after them!" Lou says desperately. "Please, you're controlling one of the largest crime families in the area. Surely, getting a hitman to take these two out won't be a problem."
"Haha, if it were easy, I would've done it already, and don't call me Shirley."
"We can get a sniper. We can get a sniper to take them out."
Wald laughs again. "Haha, there's a legend that says they can spot a sniper twenty miles away."
"W-wait," Lou trembles, "what if... what if I talk to them; get them to back down?"
"What the hell?" Wald rolls his eyes. "Did you not hear a fucking word I said earlier? They are not the forgiving type. You killed their fucking friend; you're fucking dead, man. Besides, everyone knows the Attack Titan doesn't retreat; he keeps moving forward." He puts a hand on Lou's shoulder. "If I were you, I'd just give up. Then again, being you is enough to want to give up." He chuckles, patting his shoulder.
"Why can't you fly me out of the city? Or what if I drive as fast as I can out of the city?"
Wald shakes his head. "Nope, not gonna happen. I'm not compromising my plane just to save your pathetic ass and even if you run, they'll hunt you." He tilts his head. "I cannot stress how screwed you are and yet, you try to deny it. Well..." he gives a half-shrug, "denial is the first step to grieving - grieving your own death."
Wald turns and gathers his things. Folding his beach chair, he tips his hat to Lou. "Goodbye, Louey. I would say it's been a pleasure but I think we both know that would be a lie."
As Wald turns, Lou remains behind, frozen in place, the pain in his leg all but forgotten at this point. Sweating up a storm at seeing his boss abandon him, he sees his life flash before his eyes, prompting him to put a hand on his heart. Nearly falling, he catches his footing at the last second but it doesn't comfort him in the slightest when he thinks back to the scary look in the Attack Titan's green eyes.
Oh god. Oh my god. Oh god. I fucked up. I fucking fucked up!
Lou Meade's Apartment
Stepping out of the police cruiser, Armin walks up to one of the bodies left behind and groans. Seeing something, he perks his eyes as he kneels. A bullet wound between the upper lip and nose. Armin silently gasps as he turns to his partner.
"You recognize it, Armin?" Annie asks. "Looks like our favorite hothead and his monster of a girlfriend were here." She gestures to the headless bodies. "Just like old times, eh, Armin?"
Armin nods. "Yeah." He checks his watch. "Lou Meade was released last night and it looks like Eren found out."
An officer behind them looks in their direction.
"How could he have found his address?" Annie wonders aloud.
Armin scrunched his brows. "Eren did a background check on Lou when he bought his gun." He pats his knees before standing. "This looks like an easy case."
"Aren't you worried?"
Armin shakes his head. "No, I'll take care of everything."
The forensic teams arrive and get to work. A few more officers arrive and look at the dead bodies. Their reactions vary from amusement to disgust to indifference.
"Looks like another gang war," the first officer says.
"Someone in the apartments reported hearing gunshots," the second officer says. "We have an officer interviewing them now."
"So," Armin says, "does this mean it's going to be another case you're going to sit on?" He smiles. "Or are you?"
The second officer lights a cigarette. "I don't care. If this was a gang war, then it would make our job easier. We got more important things to do tonight so we'll just chalk it up to a gang war and be done with it."
The officer behind Armin and Annie walks past them and through Lou's apartment building.
"That's it?" Armin sighs internally. As much as I hate these lazy bastards, I don't want Eren and Mikasa in prison. Eren promised that if Lou was released, he'd kill him. I should've known this would happen but at the same time, I want Lou dead. I want him dead for killing Sasha. He looks around. Lou Meade's body isn't anywhere so... Eren still going to go after him. Okay then. Good.
"It does look like a gang battle," Armin says.
"But at the same time, we can't let this slide," the second officer says. "The more gangsters are killed in the street, the more it makes us look incompetent. We need to make an arrest and make it public if we want to keep up publicity."
Armin narrows his eyes. "Why?"
The second officer scoffs. "After what happened at McDonald's, civies want to see culprits in cuffs. If we go too long without putting someone in cuffs, then it'll make us look bad."
Oh, that's right: they want the public to think they're doing their job just so they can laze around. Normally, I would object but at the same time, I'm grateful because it means they're not going to give two shits about arresting Eren and Mikasa. This is a good thing because it means Eren can kill Lou and be done with it. But I know how these corrupt bastards operate: find someone who 'looks like a criminal', throw them in a jail cell, and then release them. The only reason they haven't been sued for these false arrests is because they've been given bribes. But if there's one thing I know: the Mitte borough police department isn't rich with money.
For once, their laziness might play in Eren and Mikasa's favor but I have to make sure that they don't arrest someone innocent.
"I know what you're thinking, Armin," Annie says. She pulls him aside. "Trust me, Armin, I know exactly what you're thinking. You're thinking of somehow saving an innocent man from being arrested just for the sake of publicity." She tightens her grip around his shoulder. "I don't like it any more than you do but things will work out. After all, the most these people will be locked up is twenty-four hours."
Armin takes his shoulder back. "Even so, I can't allow it." He steps to the two officers.
"Excuse me," Armin begins.
"Excuse me 'sir'," the second officer corrects.
"Sir," Armin hisses, making it sound like an insult rather than a term of respect. "I have been thinking about this situation around us. You know, it would be beneficial for everyone if we put someone in handcuffs. I mean, we can't make the police look incompetent or else it'll make us lazy and doing whatever we want much harder. I'm sure you understand."
The second officer nods. "Yeah, I'm glad you're finally on the same page as us, Arlert."
"We need to arrest someone but we need to be careful about it." He smiles. "It can't be an innocent person."
"Why?" he scoffs, "because your conscience won't allow it, Arlert?"
"No, because it's too expensive. Remember the last guy we locked up? We have to pay him two hundred gold coins just to keep him silent. I mean, two hundred gold coins aren't worth a lot but they were willing to take it. I mean, maybe the next civilian we throw in jail will be a complete asshole who demands a bigger bribe and the police is losing its funding because of all your 'important meetings'." Ie. poker games. "But... if we lock up someone guilty, genuinely guilty, then we can avoid any financial damage. That means more poker games in the future for you." He licks the back of his front teeth. "After all, this guilty person wouldn't want to incriminate themselves. Especially if they have ties to our dirty work. If they expose our dirty work, then it'll be messy for both the police and the mob."
"We lock up someone part of a crime family?"
"Yes," Armin nods, his smile remaining. "Like, say, Wald Richter."
"We lock him, just for a few days. We have him message his men, telling them that he's just going through the usual routine and that he is getting the suite treatment at the department. You know, fresh clothes, free food, a toilet instead of a bucket to shit in, the whole nine yards."
"Locking up a crime boss like that will be risky."
"It would but not even the mob would want to mess with the police; after all, most of their battles are with other crime families."
"It's going to be risky."
"Yes, it is going to be risky but if we do this, Wald Richter gets treated like royalty. Like, Reiss family royalty, and we don't have to spend any more Euros or gold coins."
And most of all, Eren and Mikasa will have the Richter crime family all to themselves. Knowing Eren, he's going to go after EVERYONE involved but he doesn't know the Richter crime family like I do. If I lock up their leader, then it'll make their job easier. I just want Lou dead right now but I know I can't stop the Attack Titan and Red Scarf when they lock onto a target.
"I see you have a point but... Wald Richter?"
"Of all the crime bosses, he's the most cooperative with the police. He doesn't rat out his men but he'll play along because he understands the necessities to keep civilization civilized."
The second officer scoffs. "I gotta say... I definitely wasn't expecting something like this from you, Arlert."
Armin's smile widens. "Looks like I'm coming around."
"You are. If you play your cards right, you'll fit right in."
He shrugs. "And if I play my cards right, maybe I can get in a poker game with you."
"One can hope, Armin." He leans toward the young man. "Oh, and if you decide to join, just know that Officer Heine bites his lips whenever he gets a good hand."
The first officer snaps his head upward. "Basse, you son of a fucking bitch!"
Annie stares at the back of Armin's head, narrowing her eyes before turning away. She spots someone coming out of the apartment building holding Lou Meade's sniper rifle without latex gloves. It was the police officer who watched them from behind. He loads it into the back of his police cruiser before taking off.
Armin gets back in his cruiser and waits for Annie to climb in. Turning off his bodycam, he turns to Annie. "You were going to say something?"
"Seriously, man, I had no idea you had a bad bone in your body."
Armin chuckles. "Annie, no matter how many times you let me in, you'll never know how many bad bones I have in my body."
"You and Eren were all about weeding out the corruption and now-"
"Desperate times, desperate measures."
Annie turns off her bodycam. "Doesn't that make you a bad person?"
Armin laughs. "Annie, you know what I think about 'good people' and 'bad people'." He starts up the cruiser. "I had to do something. We both know how Eren and Mikasa are; Eren always rushes into a battle barely with a plan and Mikasa always follows him to protect him."
"Suicidal bastards indeed," Annie nods.
"But if they charge headfirst into an all-out war with the crime families..."
"They don't stand a chance," Annie finishes. "I understand, Armin."
Armin looks at her. "Does that mean you'll help me? I saw you turn your bodycam off; are you going to help me help them?" He playfully pokes her side. "Aww, and here I was, thinking you were still trying to come off as emotionless like always."
She smacks his hand away. "Don't even think about touching me..."
He pulls his hand away, his smile vanishing.
"... with clothes on." She scoffs before facing forward.
Armin laughs. "Whatever you say." He pats the wheel twice.
She sinks into her seat. "But seriously; you're willing to sink into lies and manipulation to help your friends?"
He drives off. "They're my friends; we fought together, bled together - some more than others - and killed together - also some more than others. My hands are not clean, not by any means of the word. Eren and Mikasa are going to jump headfirst into trouble and if it means lying and manipulating to save them..." He lets his sentence linger before deciding that he doesn't need to finish it. Annie nods.
With Lou
"Damn it," the punk winces as he sets himself on the couch in an apartment of a building neighboring Eren and Mikasa's apartment. The night sky dominates the land with barely a moon offering any illumination but Lou has the lightbulb above to provide him light.
The officer who carried the sniper rifle approaches Lou, carefully putting the rifle on the table before him. "Here you go, spit shine, just for you."
"Are you sure they live in the building across the street, Hugh?" Lou demands.
Officer Hugh nods. "I'm sure. I did a background search on Eren and this Mikasa Ackermann woman and they live in this apartment building. Across the street. Just set up a table with some kind of stand for your rifle and you should be golden like what's his name from The Outsiders."
"Ponyboy, stay golden," Lou says offhandedly.
"Yeah, him. Anyway, I think you're making a big mistake. I've heard stories about this Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackermann and..." He shakes his head. "Never mind, forget it. No skin off my nose; you're going to die anyway."
"I'm going to kill them," Lou vows. "I'll wait for them to get home and then I'll snipe them through the window. Just watch. I'll kill this boogeyman and boogeywoman you're so scared of."
Hugh laughs. "You're not scared shitless? You barely escaped with your life and you're not scared?"
"I am scared, dumbass; that's why I'm doing this! You dumb fuck."
"Okay." Officer Hugh turns. Pausing at the doorway of the empty apartment, he turns back to Lou. "If I get a text on my phone about a homicide in this apartment and the only body in this room is yours, don't say I told you so."
"Screw you!" Lou flips him off as the officer leaves.
He adjusts his sitting on the couch. Pulling the stand up on the end of the barrel, he can aim steadily with his rifle. He quickly screws on the homemade suppressor he brought with him before taking out a radio. "Are you guys ready?"
"We're ready," a voice comes through.
"Remember: we kill Eren and Mikasa, we become legends. Who is ready to become a legend?"
"We all are," the thug responds.
"Good."
It is a good thing that Lou has a clear view of the balcony to Eren and Mikasa's apartment. It was also pure luck that the curtains were open and he could see. All he had to do was wait for them to get home and then he would put a bullet through their cranium.
