Contract Killers (Part II)
Posted By: Havok<tactical_havok@hotmail.com>
Date: 8 October 2003, 1:24 AM
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Contract Killers (Part II)
Gravel crunched under the blazer's massive off road tires as Raven pulled into Sims' hideaway. Well, calling it a hideaway was an understatement. Miles away from any traffic, Sims had made his base out of an abandoned military bunker. A massive bunker. Tunnels and accesses to other hidden rooms honeycombed the hillside, making it a huge easily defendable underground mansion.
Sims had furnished the insides lavishly from his many clandestine runs into the city, where he stole just about anything he needed. Not to say he was poor. He had saved his blood money in a huge safe bolted to the floor of the deepest room in the place. Sims, needless to say, was good to go. He was prepared for just about anything short of a full nuclear attack on his house.
Sims came out and met Raven in the driveway. Raven jumped out of his truck and ran up and hugged his old friend. It had been too long. Sims released Raven and the two contract killers walked into the bunker.
The host showed his guest to the main computer room. Seven monitors and three monstrous hard drives took up the far corner, with real leather lazy boy chairs in front of the computer stations. Sims sat down in front of the largest screen, a 27 inch plasma screen hi def monitor. He called up his secure email and played the bid for Raven.
The man on the screen was tall and around his mid fifties. His grizzled gray beard almost concealed his mouth, but his words were loud and clear.
"Sims, I have quite an important job for you this time. As you no doubt have heard, things are heating up between the Covenant and human forces in Africa and South America. Those slimy bastards have already taken Antarctica, and it looks like Egypt is about to fall."
"What you probably haven't heard is that our government, in all its wisdom, is attempting to sing a cease fire with the Covenant forces." His already serious face took on a grim determined look. "Sims, the second they do that, it's as good as over for us. The Covenant will not go back on their religion and stop their genocidal invasion. I can't believe the government could be so stupid as to try something like this."
A picture flashed up onto the screen, replacing the old man. "This is special envoy Charles Dupont. He is heading up negotiations with the Covenant leadership." The picture revealed a well built man, with slicked back black hair and sharp brown eyes. In the picture, he was flanked by phalanx of security personnel. He apparently wasn't real well liked by the public. "This is the target. If you take him down, and make sure people know it was a hit, the government will hopefully rethink its blundering and extremely foolhardy tactics."
"My colleagues and I are offering 500,000credits to each hit man involved in this operation. You are free to choose whoever you need to successfully complete this mission. I will be waiting for your reply." The video feed cut off, revealing a secure email reply address.
"So what do ya think?" Sims asked.
Raven thought for a minute. "I say lets go for it. It seems to be pretty much straightforward, and we don't have to cover up the hit like we usually do." He eyed Sims. "It's just gonna be you and me?"
"That's right. You're the only one I can trust to cover my back and im the only one you feel the same way about. Hell, if we pull this off okay, why not merge our operations? God knows the market is getting way to dangerous for one man operations, and I think your recent encounter with Toby proves that hands down."
Raven didn't even hesitate with his answer. He liked operating alone, the money was better and there were no witnesses if things went south, but this was the perfect opportunity to show what they were made of. "You're on"
"Excellent" Sims rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He cracked his knuckles and his fingers blurred over the keyboard as he sent a reply to his employer. The bid was accepted. A tap of the enter key and the message was shot into space, bounced off of five satellites, and downloaded to a remote location.
Minutes later another message shimmered onto Sims' screen. The subject was to be terminated in the next twenty four to forty eight hours, as he was delivering the final ultimatum to the Covenant leadership. His transport was leaving from Washington D.C. spaceport at 1600 hours the following evening, and was to dock with the Covenant Flagship Archangel three hours after that. He could not be allowed to reach the ship at any cost.
Raven saw their opportunity to strike. Once the transport was in the air, he could bring it down with a few of the Argent V missiles he has scrounged up for just such an occasion. He told Sims of his plan, and the techno wiz acknowledged the message. Then they got to work readying their supplies for the hit.
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