((Mindstorm: An ongoing RP event that will genuinly determine the future of the Red Pill Asamodai. It'll be taking place in game and over the forums. For it's duration I'll be IC nearly 100% of my in game time. I hope plenty of you are inspired to participate. Now here, an opening. Enjoy.))
The Eshean Projects fell into place around a lone figure. Dressed in a short, closed black jacket and black trousers, off set by gleaming white sneakers. His long white hair was tied up behind his head while stray strands fell about his angular dark shades.
Captain Asamodai had already been briefed. This was a assassination mission, pure and simple. He had a lone primary target, likely to be accompanied by a pair of secondary targets. They were exiles, devious ones. Agent Johnson had informed him about their hiding method, they were posing as a blue-pill family. They'd even acquired illegal devices capable of masking their code signature with that of a human still inserted into the system. It didn't matter though, they'd been found and their time was all but over.
Asamodai got his bearings and headed off. He kept his head down as he drew a black cloth from his back pocket. He shouldered his way through a ground floor door and pulled the cloth over his face, tying it at the back of his head. He entered an awaiting elevator. 6th floor he'd said. An innocent ping heralded the assassin's arrival. He walked out into the putrid corridor, drawing a compact pistol from inside his jacket. He checked it, loaded it, cocked it and screwed a slender silencer to the barrel.
Third on the right, 157, this was the place.
Asa knocked. It felt odd, yet somehow, efficient.
A middle aged Caucasian man opened the door. A secondary target. He seemed harmless. It was irrelevant.
Asamodai kicked out. The edge of the door shattered and splintered as a foot forced it's way through. The man fell to the ground as he took the end of the blow. He was shocked, scared, like a cornered animal. Fear lifted him from the ground and launched him at this assailant. He was slow, unskilled...normal.
Asamodai stepped aside, turned and caught the man around the back of the neck, grasping his chin. A swift jerk of the arm, a loud crack. One target eliminated.
"Honey?"
A woman, similar age. The other secondary. Two shots. Quick, precise, silent, efficient.
She slumped. Secondary objectives complete.
The door hung open. There he was. The primary objective. The child. He didn't look more than seven. He didn't look like he could harm a fly. It was a trick. They told you that. He's dangerous. He's crying. Why? Irrelevant.
One shot. He fell. Primary Objective achieved. Withdrawing from mission area.
Asamodai left. He removed the bandana from his face. Replaced the pistol in it's holster. Re-entered the elevator. That innocent ping. Ground floor. He left the building. Walked down the street. The hardline. It rang. He lifted the receiver. He faded away.
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Three Agents stood forming the corners of a perfect equilateral triangle upon a downtown rooftop.
Agent 1: The mission?
Agent 2: A success.
Agent 3: The targets?
A2: All eliminated. Including secondary.
A3: Good.
A1: The Assassin?
A2: Operating at predicted efficiency levels. The implants have taken the expected level of control.
A1: Excellent.
A3: What of the creator?
A1: It's function is complete. It shall be returned to the Source.
A3: Agreed.
A1: Maintain surveillance of the Human.
A2: Primary objective received.
A1: Disperse.
The trio of each leapt away in separate directions, leaving no sign they were ever there.
