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If you're thinking, 'Where have all the reviews gone!? WTF happened?' well it was due to an error, you see when the change over happened from the old AGNPH to the new one happened, I had to add my Co-authors back on, seeing as it took them off for some unknown reason. Anyway, when that happened, 2 copies of this story were made. I tried to delete the one without co-authors but when I did, it also deleted the other one, leaving me with no copies of blood and love, so yeah, have to re-upload. This is a pain in the ass but I heard that there was a problem with the text in all the older stories that made the text all glitchy, so maybe it was for the best that I re-uploaded it. Fortunatly, 'Blood and love' over at FanFiction isn't fucked up so that should make things easier. Also I've now noticed theres a duplicate 'Blood and love' story floating around, why this has happened I have no idea but I'm gonna try get it deleted. Oh, hears the stats for the story before it got wiped out.Views: 26,000Rating: 4.5Reviews: 59Oh, disclaimer. Yeah, Pokemon, I don't own it and I don't intend to make a profit out of it. This was done just for fun.
The Sniper.
As Kovick and Owen walked back to camp, they saw a worrying sight, Kiara drinking with Bruce.
Bruce watched as Kiara drank the shot glass full of vodka. "Heh, I told you you'd be back for more of my juice." he reminded her with a smirk.
Kiara gave him a pissed off look and she pretended to gag before she replied, "Stop calling it that, you're making me feel sick."
"Yeah, I usually trigger a girl's gag reflex. It makes it more enjoyable for me." Bruce taunted her with a laugh.
"Ugh! You're disgusting." Kiara snapped back at him, as a pink tint came upon her cheeks.
"Yet I can still make the ice queen blush." Bruce replied with a smile shortly before raising a bottle of vodka to his lips and taking a big mouth full of the alcoholic drink.
Kiara growled lightly in response as she shouted, "I-I was not blushing!"
"Ha, why so touchy?" Bruce asked with a smirk.
Kiara tried not to look angry, and tried to stay as calm as possible, but that didn't go so well. "I just don't want some stupid human drunkard telling me I'm blushing when I know it's impossible for me to blush!" She yelled at him.
Bruce laughed as he exclaimed with a laugh, "You care too much... You need to drink more!"
Kiara watched as he poured her another drink, she knew her head wasn't going to thank her in the morning, but she drunk it out of anger. She then dropped her shot glass and looked at Bruce. "You're so annoying." she growled at him.
Bruce laughed, as he unconsciously poured her another as he stated, "Looks like you need a good dose of shut the fuck up."
"If you don't stop being a smart ass, then you'll get a heavy dose of pain." Kiara snapped back at him before drinking the vodka in her shot glass.
"Oh! I'm so scared of the little bitchy ice rat!" Bruce sarcastically yelled, putting on an over-dramatically scared voice.
"You will be when I jam a few icicles into your chest!" Kiara threatened him.
"I will jam my gun down your fucking throat and unload its fucking clip!" Bruce yelled back at her.
Kiara smirked as she remembered something he stated before, "You sure do think of such creative places to put your gun. First it was my ass, but now it's my throat. I wonder where else you would like to stick it."
Bruce was a little surprised by that comment, which showed by the way his cheeks now had a slightly pinkish tone to them. "Oh, you'd love my gun wouldn't you?" Bruce replied with a smirk.
"I'd love to take your gun, freeze it, and shatter it into little pieces; by the way, you're blushing." Kiara said with a devious look on her face.
"What? No I'm fucking not!" Bruce claimed as the pinkish tint on his face got slightly brighter.
Owen and Kovick had now put the planks into place, ready to be set alight. Owen had guessed that now was going to be a good time to ask Bruce to light it up.
"Hey Bruce, can you get a fire going for us?" Owen asked him.
Bruce looked back to Owen and began, "Sure, let me just grab my absinthe, pour it over this fucking ice rat and set her on fire!"
Kiara giggled at him. "You're just angry because you're blushing." Kiara reminded him with a smile on her face.
Bruce pulled out a bottle of absinthe from one of his backpacks and glared at Kiara. "Don't fucking tempt me." he angrily responded before pouring it over the planks and reaching inside his pocket for his lighter.
Kovick looked at Bruce and asked, "Do you smoke?"
"No." Bruce replied as he set the planks alight.
Kiara smirked as she saw a perfect opportunity, "Don't burst into flames now drunky."
Bruce turned, then glared at her as he shouted, "Fuck off!"
Kovick looked over to him as he sat down next to Kiara. "So why do you have a lighter?"
Bruce shrugged as he stated, "I don't know, I guess I just like having the option to burn shit down."
Kiara sighed as she said, "Fire bug."
"Now what's so wrong with being a pyro, Ice Bitch?" Bruce questioned, with a snap back at her.
Kovick and Owen sat down by the fire, they didn't want to admit it, but they enjoyed watching Bruce and Kiara arguing and shouting at each other. An hour seemed to pass in no time, Richard and Tera were in their tent, Louis and Reaper in theirs, and Bruce, Kiara, Kovick and Owen still outside. It didn't take long for Kiara to become drunk again.
Kiara was sitting down, but even that seemed like a hard thing for her to do now. She swayed a little from side to side; Kovick knew that giving a Pokémon like her alcohol was not a good idea. Kiara looked up at Bruce, hiccuped and said, "Bruce?"
Bruce looked back down to her. "Yeah?" He responded.
Without warning, Kiara head-butted him the chest and landed on top of him with a giggle, much to the surprise of Kovick and Owen.
"Ah Fuck! What was that for ice bitch?" Bruce shouted out as he landed on the sandy ground.
Kiara simply smiled and answered, "I just felt like it."
"Well you better fucking watch out for whenever I just want to randomly head-butt you!" Bruce threatened.
Kiara just giggled as she got comfortable on Bruce's body, at which point Owen and Kovick looked at each other, confirming that they were thinking the same thing.
Kiara rested her head on his chest as she closed her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." the drunken Glaceon replied.
"Are you fucking sleeping on me again?" Bruce asked her.
"Mhmhmm." Kiara replied, which meant, 'Yes, now shut up.'
"Ugh, fucking fine then." Bruce ended, trying his best to sound disappointed, when really he liked her being so close to him.
Owen then whispered to Kovick, "I told you they like each other."
Kovick looked back to Owen and whispered, "Alcohol can make a Zangoose like a Seviper, but they'll still rip each other apart when they sober up."
Owen nodded before whispering back, "True, but have you noticed how they always sit together and try to find each other just to have arguments?"
"Not until now." Kovick replied.
Owen looked at his watch, and saw that it was now half past one in the morning. "I'm going to get some sleep soon." he stated.
"Yeah, I'm going to do the same now. I'll talk to you later." Kovick finished as he got up.
"See ya later." Owen responded as Kovick walked over to his tent. Shortly after, he got up and walked over to his car, and slept in it. Bruce and Kiara were already asleep before Owen even reached his car.
A few hours later, the sun rose, and the majority of the team awoke, mainly because of the uncomfortable heat.
Kiara opened her eyes, and found herself on top of Bruce once more, who awoke when she did. 'Ugh, not again. Well, at least I didn't get any sand on my fur... And at least he's comfy.' she thought to herself before jumping off Bruce, and realizing just how hot it was. "It's boiling out here!" Kiara exclaimed as her paw pads touched the hot sand.
Bruce chuckled as he questioned, "Aw, the poor ice queen is melting?"
Kiara glared at him and shouted, "Shut up!"
Within mere seconds, Bruce felt the air around him get just as cold as the night they arrived, replacing the uncomfortable heat. He looked over to Kiara who now had a smile on her face. "Well, at least you're good for something." he told her.
"Unlike a certain drunkard human." Kiara snappily responded.
"At least I'm not a fucking walking ice cube." Bruce snapped back at her.
"You're only calling me that because you know you're useless." Kiara spat at him.
"Fuck off!" Bruce angrily yelled as he got up off the sandy ground. 'Shit, I've got sand down my shirt.' he thought to himself before taking his shirt off and rubbing the sand off his back with it.
Kiara looked at Bruce's surprisingly well toned body as she asked, "Err, what are you doing?"
Bruce looked back at her and angrily replied, "Getting this fucking sand off my back!"
Kiara could see some long scratches on his back, she wondered if they were from when he got thrown through the window back when she first met him. "Well, good luck with that." She told him as she walked over to Richard's and Tera's tent, occasionally looking behind herself to take another look at Bruce's body. "Err, are you two in there?" Kiara asked when she reached the tent.
Richard looked to the entrance of the tent and said, "Yeah, we're here. Are we going now?"
Kiara looked over to the car and saw Kovick and Owen talking with each other. "Not yet, but we'll probably be going soon." Kiara replied.
Richard sighed before saying, "We'll be out soon."
"Okay." Kiara finished, as she began to walk away.
Half an hour passed, and everyone was now in the car. The road was hot enough to fry an egg on, but no one in the car would have guessed it. Kiara was keeping the entire car cool; the seat she was sitting on was below the freezing point, although no one but her would know that.
Richard was now reading through the dossier of 'The Sniper'. The first thing that Richard noticed about this dossier when he opened it was that unlike all the rest, this one did not have a picture, and most of the details were listed as classified. His name, height, recruit number, and place of birth were all classified. All that remained was a brief description of his background, and his age.
'Age: 49
Background information: This agent has proved his worth more times than ten average agents put together over the course of twenty years.
Our intel says that his age hasn't seemed to have affected his work, being able to easily pull off most missions younger agents would struggle with. He likes to have a great distance between himself and the target, but will get up close if necessary.'
Richard stopped reading it, he was surprised at the age of the recruit, it made him wonder just how long he had been a sniper, and how long he plans on still being a sniper. He set down the dossier on his lap; he was glad that he didn't need to read anymore of them. He noticed that Bruce didn't seem too happy when he found out there was a folder containing a lot of personal information about him, Richard didn't blame him, he knew that he would have felt the same way.
Richard stopped thinking about everyone else and rested his head on Tera's.
Tera hugged Richard as they both closed their eyes and tried to enjoy the journey as much as possible.
Owen now knew where his recruit was, in a hotel somewhere inside the city they were heading to. He always hated hotels, almost every time he stayed in or around one, something bad seemed to happen.
A few more hours had passed; as they were now driving down a busy road in a densely populated city.
They had finally reached their destination, Castelia City.
Owen wanted to get to the next recruit quickly before he killed someone. He knew where the recruit was and he wanted to meet him without his team there. He had already explained that taking a full team would attract attention, that's why he would be dropping them off outside the hotel, and meet back up with them at the same spot three hours after they arrive there.
Owen knew he was almost there, but the traffic in this city was terrible, but he did expect this, after all, it was the second most heavily populated city in Unova. About half an hour later, the car pulled up to the sidewalk and Owen announced "We're here."
Everyone got out of the car and looked at the hotel, the entrance was fancy, big potted plants by the shiny glass double doors that had a man in a fancy suit standing next to them, opening and closing the doors for the people leaving and entering. Owen watched his team walk away, Richard, Tera, Kiara, Kovick and Bruce going on one direction, Louis and Reaper going in the other direction. Owen walked towards the hotel, the man in the fancy clothes held the door open for him as he walked in, towards the woman behind the fancy marble desk.
The woman behind the desk gave a bright smile as she asked, "How can I help you?"
Owen returned the smile as he hid his bandaged hand in one of the pockets of his jeans. "I'm looking for a friend of mine, he's expecting me." he told her.
The woman started tapping away at her computer as she inquired, "What's his name?"
Owen quickly remembered the man's alias. "Lucas Manning."
The woman quickly found the man's room and then said to Owen, "I've got his room here, but I'm going to have to call him if he's expecting you."
"I understand." Owen replied as he watched the woman pick up the phone and say a few words to the man on the other end, telling him of Owen's presence before saying yes and then putting down the phone.
The woman wrote down something on a piece of paper and handed it to Owen. "He's in that room, floor 33." she told him
"Thanks." Owen replied before walking over to the elevator and reading what was on the piece of paper. 'Room 1496' the piece of paper had written on it. That made Owen wonder just how many guests were here, all potential witnesses to an assassination that may be performed within a few hours.
Although the recruit's dossier was titled, 'The Sniper', he didn't need to be two hundred feet away to dispose of his targets. It was likely that the person the recruit was planning to assassinate was also a guest in this hotel, or in one of the buildings opposite his room.
Owen guessed that by now that the recruit had been informed that he was to become a part of the team he was building up, or at least he hoped that was the case, if not, then he might have a fight on his hands. He got into the elevator and pressed the button for the 33rd floor and watched the doors close.
A few seconds later, the door reopened, now on the 33rd floor. He walked into the long corridor and began searching for the room, and eventually, he found it. Owen braced himself for a fight as he knocked on the door three times. A few seconds later, a man opened it. The man looked to be in his late forties; he had gray hair, a five o'clock shadow and was around about six foot tall. He was wearing black trousers with a black tuxedo, with a nice white shirt underneath it and a black tie.
"Get in here." the man ordered him, his voice sounding gravely.
Owen did as he asked ad walked into his fancy hotel room. As soon as he heard the door close behind him, he turned around to the recruit and asked, "Do you know who I am? Have you been informed?"
"Yes, I do. Agent one-seven-seven." the man informed him as he walked over to the suitcase on the big double bed.
"Just call me Owen." he replied as he watched the recruit put on some black leather tactical gloves.
"Alright, so I know about you, but what do you know about me?" the recruit inquired as he sat down on the edge of his bed.
"I know you're possibly the best sniper around, and I know you're an agent like me. I also know you're planning to assassinate someone tonight." Owen replied.
"That's right, and I'm going to do my job. Do me a favor and carry that suitcase for me and put it somewhere safe." the recruit commanded him as he pointed to the large suitcase on the bed.
"Alright, I'll bring it into the car." Owen replied as he grabbed the suitcase, which felt unusually heavy.
"Do me another favor and stay in the car for another four hours." the recruit responded.
"Why?" Owen questioned him.
"Because I don't want anyone interrupting me when I'm about to pull off an assassination. When I get in your car, you better get ready to drive." the recruit warned him as he walked with Owen over to the door to the room.
"Alright, just don't attract too much attention." Owen told him as he walked out of the room.
"That might not be possible." the recruit replied as he closed the door on him.
Three hours and fifty minutes exactly had passed, and the recruit was now walking towards a man in a corridor who was standing beside a door to one of the hotel rooms. The doorman was dressed in a black suit, and was a few inches taller than the recruit, and younger, he looked to be in his twenties. The recruit walked up to him, and played the part of the senile old man. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know where my room is would you?" the recruit asked the intimidating doorman.
"What? Fuck off old man!" the doorman barked at him.
"Now there's no need for that language." the recruit replied as he took one step closer to the doorman.
The doorman attempted to grab his shoulder. "Get the..." the doorman couldn't finish his sentence, as the recruit quickly punched him in the throat.
The recruit watched the man fall down to the ground, gasping for air as he kicked him in the face once, at which point, the door man's gasping grew much quieter. The recruit knelt down to search through the man's pockets, and eventually found a set of keys to the door he was meant to be guarding.
The recruit just ignored the dying man on the floor next to him as he unlocked the door, and walked into a small hallway leading up to the living room. He looked to his right and saw a small circular table had a thick vase containing roses on top of it.
He couldn't help but think why his room wasn't as big as the target's room. He didn't have time to think about that though, as he saw a single bodyguard walk into sight, wearing the same attire as the door man.
The bodyguard that was in the main room looked down the hallway, expecting to see the doorman, but instead saw a man in his late forties emptying a vase full of water and roses, he exclaimed what he thought.
"What the fuck?"
He quickly reached for his gun inside his black suit, but couldn't pull it out in time as the vase the man was holding was now heading towards him after being thrown, and milliseconds later, it smashed over his head, causing a big gash on his forehead and making him stumble backwards into the wall, completely dazed.
The recruit sprinted towards the bodyguard as he quickly regained his senses, and drew his gun, but by the time he did, the recruit was already in front of him. For a split second, the bodyguard had his pistol aimed at the recruit's chest, but the recruit grabbed the gun in the bodyguard's hand downwards.
The gun fired one shot, which hit the bodyguard's own foot. The bodyguard yelled out in pain, and the recruit yanked the pistol out of his hand as he threw his fist into the bodyguard's nose, causing it to gush with blood. The bodyguard hit the ground, and the recruit used the bodyguard's own pistol to shoot out his eye, ending the man's life.
The recruit looked to his left; there was nothing there but a bed and window which the target couldn't possibly escape from, not without falling to his death anyway. The recruit then looked to his right, and saw the door to the bathroom locked.
Without even thinking twice about things, he unloaded the entire clip of the pistol into the bathroom door, he didn't know how many bullets he had fired into the door, all he knew that it was more than ten. When the pistol was empty, he dropped it, and walked over to the bathroom door, and kicked it open.
He then saw his target, slumped next to the toilet, still alive. From the looks of things, two bullets hit his right shoulder, one hit his left thigh, another hit his right forearm, and one had been lodged into his stomach. The target was breathing in slowly, bleeding heavily, and looked to be in immense pain, but the recruit didn't care.
The target was a member of the Black Vipers.
The recruit walked over to him, and crouched besides him. He placed both of his hands on opposite sides of the target's head, and twisted quickly, snapping his neck.
He then quickly got up, and wasted no time in fleeing the scene. He knew he wouldn't go to jail for what he had done, after all, the government had ordered it, and he gave them what they wanted, but he really didn't want the extra attention from the police. He knew someone would have surely heard those gunshots.
Or something.
Bruce watched as Kiara drank the shot glass full of vodka. "Heh, I told you you'd be back for more of my juice." he reminded her with a smirk.
Kiara gave him a pissed off look and she pretended to gag before she replied, "Stop calling it that, you're making me feel sick."
"Yeah, I usually trigger a girl's gag reflex. It makes it more enjoyable for me." Bruce taunted her with a laugh.
"Ugh! You're disgusting." Kiara snapped back at him, as a pink tint came upon her cheeks.
"Yet I can still make the ice queen blush." Bruce replied with a smile shortly before raising a bottle of vodka to his lips and taking a big mouth full of the alcoholic drink.
Kiara growled lightly in response as she shouted, "I-I was not blushing!"
"Ha, why so touchy?" Bruce asked with a smirk.
Kiara tried not to look angry, and tried to stay as calm as possible, but that didn't go so well. "I just don't want some stupid human drunkard telling me I'm blushing when I know it's impossible for me to blush!" She yelled at him.
Bruce laughed as he exclaimed with a laugh, "You care too much... You need to drink more!"
Kiara watched as he poured her another drink, she knew her head wasn't going to thank her in the morning, but she drunk it out of anger. She then dropped her shot glass and looked at Bruce. "You're so annoying." she growled at him.
Bruce laughed, as he unconsciously poured her another as he stated, "Looks like you need a good dose of shut the fuck up."
"If you don't stop being a smart ass, then you'll get a heavy dose of pain." Kiara snapped back at him before drinking the vodka in her shot glass.
"Oh! I'm so scared of the little bitchy ice rat!" Bruce sarcastically yelled, putting on an over-dramatically scared voice.
"You will be when I jam a few icicles into your chest!" Kiara threatened him.
"I will jam my gun down your fucking throat and unload its fucking clip!" Bruce yelled back at her.
Kiara smirked as she remembered something he stated before, "You sure do think of such creative places to put your gun. First it was my ass, but now it's my throat. I wonder where else you would like to stick it."
Bruce was a little surprised by that comment, which showed by the way his cheeks now had a slightly pinkish tone to them. "Oh, you'd love my gun wouldn't you?" Bruce replied with a smirk.
"I'd love to take your gun, freeze it, and shatter it into little pieces; by the way, you're blushing." Kiara said with a devious look on her face.
"What? No I'm fucking not!" Bruce claimed as the pinkish tint on his face got slightly brighter.
Owen and Kovick had now put the planks into place, ready to be set alight. Owen had guessed that now was going to be a good time to ask Bruce to light it up.
"Hey Bruce, can you get a fire going for us?" Owen asked him.
Bruce looked back to Owen and began, "Sure, let me just grab my absinthe, pour it over this fucking ice rat and set her on fire!"
Kiara giggled at him. "You're just angry because you're blushing." Kiara reminded him with a smile on her face.
Bruce pulled out a bottle of absinthe from one of his backpacks and glared at Kiara. "Don't fucking tempt me." he angrily responded before pouring it over the planks and reaching inside his pocket for his lighter.
Kovick looked at Bruce and asked, "Do you smoke?"
"No." Bruce replied as he set the planks alight.
Kiara smirked as she saw a perfect opportunity, "Don't burst into flames now drunky."
Bruce turned, then glared at her as he shouted, "Fuck off!"
Kovick looked over to him as he sat down next to Kiara. "So why do you have a lighter?"
Bruce shrugged as he stated, "I don't know, I guess I just like having the option to burn shit down."
Kiara sighed as she said, "Fire bug."
"Now what's so wrong with being a pyro, Ice Bitch?" Bruce questioned, with a snap back at her.
Kovick and Owen sat down by the fire, they didn't want to admit it, but they enjoyed watching Bruce and Kiara arguing and shouting at each other. An hour seemed to pass in no time, Richard and Tera were in their tent, Louis and Reaper in theirs, and Bruce, Kiara, Kovick and Owen still outside. It didn't take long for Kiara to become drunk again.
Kiara was sitting down, but even that seemed like a hard thing for her to do now. She swayed a little from side to side; Kovick knew that giving a Pokémon like her alcohol was not a good idea. Kiara looked up at Bruce, hiccuped and said, "Bruce?"
Bruce looked back down to her. "Yeah?" He responded.
Without warning, Kiara head-butted him the chest and landed on top of him with a giggle, much to the surprise of Kovick and Owen.
"Ah Fuck! What was that for ice bitch?" Bruce shouted out as he landed on the sandy ground.
Kiara simply smiled and answered, "I just felt like it."
"Well you better fucking watch out for whenever I just want to randomly head-butt you!" Bruce threatened.
Kiara just giggled as she got comfortable on Bruce's body, at which point Owen and Kovick looked at each other, confirming that they were thinking the same thing.
Kiara rested her head on his chest as she closed her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." the drunken Glaceon replied.
"Are you fucking sleeping on me again?" Bruce asked her.
"Mhmhmm." Kiara replied, which meant, 'Yes, now shut up.'
"Ugh, fucking fine then." Bruce ended, trying his best to sound disappointed, when really he liked her being so close to him.
Owen then whispered to Kovick, "I told you they like each other."
Kovick looked back to Owen and whispered, "Alcohol can make a Zangoose like a Seviper, but they'll still rip each other apart when they sober up."
Owen nodded before whispering back, "True, but have you noticed how they always sit together and try to find each other just to have arguments?"
"Not until now." Kovick replied.
Owen looked at his watch, and saw that it was now half past one in the morning. "I'm going to get some sleep soon." he stated.
"Yeah, I'm going to do the same now. I'll talk to you later." Kovick finished as he got up.
"See ya later." Owen responded as Kovick walked over to his tent. Shortly after, he got up and walked over to his car, and slept in it. Bruce and Kiara were already asleep before Owen even reached his car.
A few hours later, the sun rose, and the majority of the team awoke, mainly because of the uncomfortable heat.
Kiara opened her eyes, and found herself on top of Bruce once more, who awoke when she did. 'Ugh, not again. Well, at least I didn't get any sand on my fur... And at least he's comfy.' she thought to herself before jumping off Bruce, and realizing just how hot it was. "It's boiling out here!" Kiara exclaimed as her paw pads touched the hot sand.
Bruce chuckled as he questioned, "Aw, the poor ice queen is melting?"
Kiara glared at him and shouted, "Shut up!"
Within mere seconds, Bruce felt the air around him get just as cold as the night they arrived, replacing the uncomfortable heat. He looked over to Kiara who now had a smile on her face. "Well, at least you're good for something." he told her.
"Unlike a certain drunkard human." Kiara snappily responded.
"At least I'm not a fucking walking ice cube." Bruce snapped back at her.
"You're only calling me that because you know you're useless." Kiara spat at him.
"Fuck off!" Bruce angrily yelled as he got up off the sandy ground. 'Shit, I've got sand down my shirt.' he thought to himself before taking his shirt off and rubbing the sand off his back with it.
Kiara looked at Bruce's surprisingly well toned body as she asked, "Err, what are you doing?"
Bruce looked back at her and angrily replied, "Getting this fucking sand off my back!"
Kiara could see some long scratches on his back, she wondered if they were from when he got thrown through the window back when she first met him. "Well, good luck with that." She told him as she walked over to Richard's and Tera's tent, occasionally looking behind herself to take another look at Bruce's body. "Err, are you two in there?" Kiara asked when she reached the tent.
Richard looked to the entrance of the tent and said, "Yeah, we're here. Are we going now?"
Kiara looked over to the car and saw Kovick and Owen talking with each other. "Not yet, but we'll probably be going soon." Kiara replied.
Richard sighed before saying, "We'll be out soon."
"Okay." Kiara finished, as she began to walk away.
Half an hour passed, and everyone was now in the car. The road was hot enough to fry an egg on, but no one in the car would have guessed it. Kiara was keeping the entire car cool; the seat she was sitting on was below the freezing point, although no one but her would know that.
Richard was now reading through the dossier of 'The Sniper'. The first thing that Richard noticed about this dossier when he opened it was that unlike all the rest, this one did not have a picture, and most of the details were listed as classified. His name, height, recruit number, and place of birth were all classified. All that remained was a brief description of his background, and his age.
'Age: 49
Background information: This agent has proved his worth more times than ten average agents put together over the course of twenty years.
Our intel says that his age hasn't seemed to have affected his work, being able to easily pull off most missions younger agents would struggle with. He likes to have a great distance between himself and the target, but will get up close if necessary.'
Richard stopped reading it, he was surprised at the age of the recruit, it made him wonder just how long he had been a sniper, and how long he plans on still being a sniper. He set down the dossier on his lap; he was glad that he didn't need to read anymore of them. He noticed that Bruce didn't seem too happy when he found out there was a folder containing a lot of personal information about him, Richard didn't blame him, he knew that he would have felt the same way.
Richard stopped thinking about everyone else and rested his head on Tera's.
Tera hugged Richard as they both closed their eyes and tried to enjoy the journey as much as possible.
Owen now knew where his recruit was, in a hotel somewhere inside the city they were heading to. He always hated hotels, almost every time he stayed in or around one, something bad seemed to happen.
A few more hours had passed; as they were now driving down a busy road in a densely populated city.
They had finally reached their destination, Castelia City.
Owen wanted to get to the next recruit quickly before he killed someone. He knew where the recruit was and he wanted to meet him without his team there. He had already explained that taking a full team would attract attention, that's why he would be dropping them off outside the hotel, and meet back up with them at the same spot three hours after they arrive there.
Owen knew he was almost there, but the traffic in this city was terrible, but he did expect this, after all, it was the second most heavily populated city in Unova. About half an hour later, the car pulled up to the sidewalk and Owen announced "We're here."
Everyone got out of the car and looked at the hotel, the entrance was fancy, big potted plants by the shiny glass double doors that had a man in a fancy suit standing next to them, opening and closing the doors for the people leaving and entering. Owen watched his team walk away, Richard, Tera, Kiara, Kovick and Bruce going on one direction, Louis and Reaper going in the other direction. Owen walked towards the hotel, the man in the fancy clothes held the door open for him as he walked in, towards the woman behind the fancy marble desk.
The woman behind the desk gave a bright smile as she asked, "How can I help you?"
Owen returned the smile as he hid his bandaged hand in one of the pockets of his jeans. "I'm looking for a friend of mine, he's expecting me." he told her.
The woman started tapping away at her computer as she inquired, "What's his name?"
Owen quickly remembered the man's alias. "Lucas Manning."
The woman quickly found the man's room and then said to Owen, "I've got his room here, but I'm going to have to call him if he's expecting you."
"I understand." Owen replied as he watched the woman pick up the phone and say a few words to the man on the other end, telling him of Owen's presence before saying yes and then putting down the phone.
The woman wrote down something on a piece of paper and handed it to Owen. "He's in that room, floor 33." she told him
"Thanks." Owen replied before walking over to the elevator and reading what was on the piece of paper. 'Room 1496' the piece of paper had written on it. That made Owen wonder just how many guests were here, all potential witnesses to an assassination that may be performed within a few hours.
Although the recruit's dossier was titled, 'The Sniper', he didn't need to be two hundred feet away to dispose of his targets. It was likely that the person the recruit was planning to assassinate was also a guest in this hotel, or in one of the buildings opposite his room.
Owen guessed that by now that the recruit had been informed that he was to become a part of the team he was building up, or at least he hoped that was the case, if not, then he might have a fight on his hands. He got into the elevator and pressed the button for the 33rd floor and watched the doors close.
A few seconds later, the door reopened, now on the 33rd floor. He walked into the long corridor and began searching for the room, and eventually, he found it. Owen braced himself for a fight as he knocked on the door three times. A few seconds later, a man opened it. The man looked to be in his late forties; he had gray hair, a five o'clock shadow and was around about six foot tall. He was wearing black trousers with a black tuxedo, with a nice white shirt underneath it and a black tie.
"Get in here." the man ordered him, his voice sounding gravely.
Owen did as he asked ad walked into his fancy hotel room. As soon as he heard the door close behind him, he turned around to the recruit and asked, "Do you know who I am? Have you been informed?"
"Yes, I do. Agent one-seven-seven." the man informed him as he walked over to the suitcase on the big double bed.
"Just call me Owen." he replied as he watched the recruit put on some black leather tactical gloves.
"Alright, so I know about you, but what do you know about me?" the recruit inquired as he sat down on the edge of his bed.
"I know you're possibly the best sniper around, and I know you're an agent like me. I also know you're planning to assassinate someone tonight." Owen replied.
"That's right, and I'm going to do my job. Do me a favor and carry that suitcase for me and put it somewhere safe." the recruit commanded him as he pointed to the large suitcase on the bed.
"Alright, I'll bring it into the car." Owen replied as he grabbed the suitcase, which felt unusually heavy.
"Do me another favor and stay in the car for another four hours." the recruit responded.
"Why?" Owen questioned him.
"Because I don't want anyone interrupting me when I'm about to pull off an assassination. When I get in your car, you better get ready to drive." the recruit warned him as he walked with Owen over to the door to the room.
"Alright, just don't attract too much attention." Owen told him as he walked out of the room.
"That might not be possible." the recruit replied as he closed the door on him.
Three hours and fifty minutes exactly had passed, and the recruit was now walking towards a man in a corridor who was standing beside a door to one of the hotel rooms. The doorman was dressed in a black suit, and was a few inches taller than the recruit, and younger, he looked to be in his twenties. The recruit walked up to him, and played the part of the senile old man. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know where my room is would you?" the recruit asked the intimidating doorman.
"What? Fuck off old man!" the doorman barked at him.
"Now there's no need for that language." the recruit replied as he took one step closer to the doorman.
The doorman attempted to grab his shoulder. "Get the..." the doorman couldn't finish his sentence, as the recruit quickly punched him in the throat.
The recruit watched the man fall down to the ground, gasping for air as he kicked him in the face once, at which point, the door man's gasping grew much quieter. The recruit knelt down to search through the man's pockets, and eventually found a set of keys to the door he was meant to be guarding.
The recruit just ignored the dying man on the floor next to him as he unlocked the door, and walked into a small hallway leading up to the living room. He looked to his right and saw a small circular table had a thick vase containing roses on top of it.
He couldn't help but think why his room wasn't as big as the target's room. He didn't have time to think about that though, as he saw a single bodyguard walk into sight, wearing the same attire as the door man.
The bodyguard that was in the main room looked down the hallway, expecting to see the doorman, but instead saw a man in his late forties emptying a vase full of water and roses, he exclaimed what he thought.
"What the fuck?"
He quickly reached for his gun inside his black suit, but couldn't pull it out in time as the vase the man was holding was now heading towards him after being thrown, and milliseconds later, it smashed over his head, causing a big gash on his forehead and making him stumble backwards into the wall, completely dazed.
The recruit sprinted towards the bodyguard as he quickly regained his senses, and drew his gun, but by the time he did, the recruit was already in front of him. For a split second, the bodyguard had his pistol aimed at the recruit's chest, but the recruit grabbed the gun in the bodyguard's hand downwards.
The gun fired one shot, which hit the bodyguard's own foot. The bodyguard yelled out in pain, and the recruit yanked the pistol out of his hand as he threw his fist into the bodyguard's nose, causing it to gush with blood. The bodyguard hit the ground, and the recruit used the bodyguard's own pistol to shoot out his eye, ending the man's life.
The recruit looked to his left; there was nothing there but a bed and window which the target couldn't possibly escape from, not without falling to his death anyway. The recruit then looked to his right, and saw the door to the bathroom locked.
Without even thinking twice about things, he unloaded the entire clip of the pistol into the bathroom door, he didn't know how many bullets he had fired into the door, all he knew that it was more than ten. When the pistol was empty, he dropped it, and walked over to the bathroom door, and kicked it open.
He then saw his target, slumped next to the toilet, still alive. From the looks of things, two bullets hit his right shoulder, one hit his left thigh, another hit his right forearm, and one had been lodged into his stomach. The target was breathing in slowly, bleeding heavily, and looked to be in immense pain, but the recruit didn't care.
The target was a member of the Black Vipers.
The recruit walked over to him, and crouched besides him. He placed both of his hands on opposite sides of the target's head, and twisted quickly, snapping his neck.
He then quickly got up, and wasted no time in fleeing the scene. He knew he wouldn't go to jail for what he had done, after all, the government had ordered it, and he gave them what they wanted, but he really didn't want the extra attention from the police. He knew someone would have surely heard those gunshots.
Or something.