The bartender huffed as a heavyset man plopped down on one of the dark-colored stool.
"Don't you think it's a little early to start drinking?" The skinnier man asked warily as he poured the heavy man a drink nevertheless.
Ava leads the way out of the restraunt, taking a deep breath of the salty air upon stepping outside. She's always loved spending time at the beach. "Time to go home." She comments to Kreja. It's a long walk back into the part of the city where they reside so they really should get going.
She was greeted out by a new face standing at the greeter's station. The sun was higher in the sky which glimmered attractively on the sea not too far away. To her left, as she walked, cool AC breezes brushed against her skin.
(So, what now?)
(We could have them meet at night? They could both have the same target to kill?)
(Oh, ya, that sounds nneat.)
(Okay, great! Do you want to start or shall I?)
(Could you?)
(Yeah, sure.)
(Thanks)
A full moon hangs in a sky, stars twinkling along side it, illuminating the night. Ava observes the beautiful stone townhouse in front of her from the alleyway across the street as she finishes braiding her long blonde hair. Clad in black leather, she blends in well with her environment, making a sneak attack a good option. Any moment now, her target will be emerging from the house to head to a nearby bar. She doesn't plan on letting him arrive at his destination. It's been a couple of weeks since she started to watch the man. As someone who abuses his wife and children, the man is a perfect target. She has a checklist and if someone meets most or all of the criteria, they die. It's a simple but effective system. Reaching into her pocket, she grips the handle of one of the many knifes she has on her person. Just a few more minutes to wait.
Cameron was relaxing in the shadow of an AC unit, his mask pulled down and hanging nonchalantly under his chin as he chewed on a pistol, spinning his actual weapon, a sniper rifle, in his broad, black gloved hands. He was listening for noises below for his Contract for the night, given to him by the company he worked for. The man was known for committing massive tax crimes, and Cameron was about to deliver the retribution. He scooted forward as he heard crunchings approach, squinting and pulling up his mask, dropping the pistol lightly onto the ground below him.
When the front door to the townhouse opens, Ava fixes the black and red mask on her face and gets ready. The man, seemingly unaware of the danger that he's in, strolls outside and starts to walk down the street without a care in the world. It infuriates him that such a horrible person can go through his life without any consequences. She expertly spins the knife in her gloved hand before silently moving forward. Sticking to the shadows, she follows him until he reaches an area where the streetlights are out and there are no cameras. Now is her chance. She picks up her pace and approaches him from behind, not making a sound.
Cameron laid down quickly and set up his gun, quietly cocking it and watching under his scope for the perfect time. He held his breath. Three… two… one…
Just as her knife was about to plunge into her unsuspecting prey, a bullet wizzed down and caught him straight in the head, making him fly to the side, and her arm fly out pointlessly.
The bullet lodges in the man's head and he drops lifeless to the ground. Ava snarls in frustration and whirls around to see where the shot came from. This was supposed to be her kill! She quickly evaluates the area until she figures out the best possibility as to where it came from. Tightening her grip on her knife, she disappears into the shadows and starts to head to the sniper's nest. No one takes out her targets and gets away with it.
Cameron grinned, not having seen the angry shadow nor heard the snarl as he got up, snatching up his pistol and fleeing to the edge of the building, where he lept off of a windowsill, then curled up in a quick front-flip. He started at an easy jog, his huge boots hitting the ground quietly as he strung his rifle back over his shoulder on a strap, and hid his pistol away for any quick skirmishes.
Ava spots a shadowy figure leap off of a windowsill and then start jogging away. Tucking her knife away in the front pocket of her leather jacket, she takes off running. Moving through the area expertly, she moves through the alleyways at a quick pace. She scales a decent sized wall and lands on the other side. This is right where she needs to be. Taking a few steps forward, she cuts off the sniper and pulls her knife back out.
Cameron noticed a few shadows flitting about and finally determined someone was following him. He kept running, perhaps faster, deciding not to slow down. If it were someone worh a gun, they would have shot him. And if they had a knife pulled out… well, he knew the company he was working for wouldn't let him die out here without reporting back. Soon he was close, he could see a feminine form in the darkness of the alley and a subtle glint of a knife near her chest. He swerved to her shoulder and slammed his weight into her, pausing a yard or so away after his impact.
Ava moves just in time to avoid a full on collision with the man. His shoulder knocks into hers but not enough to do any real damage. With the differences in their height and weight, the man has the obvious advantage but she's been trained to take down men more than twice her size. She throws a fake punch to get him distracted for a moment. With that in play, she puts her strength into a leg sweep, aiming for the most weak and sensitive areas of his legs. If she can knock him down, she'll get the advantage in this fight.
Cameron tensed in his legs and swept away from her in a jump, allowing blind luck to move him in this fight. He tightened a fist over his pistol, his heart pounding in his chest. Her leg had barely missed his shin and kneecap area, which was definitely one of his more sensitive areas. He had shattered his left kneecap quite a few years back, but his body never truly recovered. He pulled out the pistol on her and shuffled back a few feet, showing her his shoulders as he held the pistol in a defensive position, though he was ready for an offensive attack.
The moment her leg fails to make contact with his leg, Ava jumps back up to avoid being in a vulnerable position even for a moment. Dying is just not an option for her. When the pistol comes out, her body tenses. Things just got a lot more interesting. She pulls out another knife, this one a throwing knife. To avoid getting shot she'll need to either get the gun out of his hand or kill him. She's certainly not beneath the latter. It only takes her a split second to aim and then the knife is flying through the air, heading right for his heart. Another knife follows a second later, this one going for his hand.
Cameron gasped and glanced around wildly, fleeing for a dumpster a way behind him. The first missed because of his sudden turn, but the second got him in the upper arm as he ducked away. He clutched at his right arm, yet bared the pistol in his left with carefulness behind the dumpster. He could feel small, hot drips of blood stream down his black sleeve, but he knew not to rip out the knife. That would be stupid. Plus, it was probably what the knife-bearing woman wanted too.
Ava watches as the knife hits it's mark, digging into the man's upper arm. Before she can throw another knife, he dives behind a dumpster. "Coward," She mutters under her breath. Pulling out another knife, she stalks forward. Things have already gone off of the rails so an unexpected causality won't be the end of the world. Glancing at the ground, she smirks a little when she sees the blood drops. Good. Rather than her usual taunting, she decides to just end this. Knowing that he still posses the pistol, she approaches the dumpster with extreme cation.
Cameron cocked the pistol, squinting at her as she started to move. He pressed on the trigger, then realized the safety was still on. Fuck me! He hastily moved with a hand to turn it off as she approached, gave up with the pistol and shouldered off his rifle, pointing it at her, only to look up and see her right there. Well, I get a better shot… He shrunk back into the corner, rearing the rifle so it rested on the flat plain of his broad shoulder, his left hand hidden beneath the huge body. He squeezed the trigger but didn't quite release it.
Ava glares down at him, still furious. When he shoulders his rifle, she automatically moves to the side to avoid being shot. Watching as the man shrinks into the corner, memories of her training flash in her head. People beging her for mercy, to please let them live. She shakes her head and returns to reality. Her eyes meets his. There are so many ways that this could go. No matter what, someone is going to get the worse end of the deal. She takes one more small steps forward before pulling back her leg and kicking at the gun, hoping to knock it out of his hands.
Cameron watched her warily, being the cornered dog. He was told not to harm anyone else to avoid compromising his mission, but he wasn't expecting this. He wanted to distract her and perhaps make her walk away, but that wasn't happening. When she stepped forward again, he recklessly pulled the trigger, which popped out a quick-moving bullet through the silencer at the end with a soft shomp.
Being in such a tight small makes it difficult to move quickly. Ava swiftly jumps to the side to avoid the bullet but ends up hitting the wall. The bullet tears past her leather outfit and into her tender skin, digging in the right side of her stomach. Gasping, her eyes go wide and her hands automatically press to her side. Her knife clatters to the ground, forgotten. Pain courses through her body. Damnit. She scrambles backwards, knowing that she needs to get out of here while she still can. The bullet didn't hit anything important but it's still going to make getting somewhere safe hard.
Cameron shifted himself forward and stretched for the knife, grabbing it and his pistol on the way back. He stood slowly, pocketing the knife with difficulty, pressing the pistol to his chest with a soft gasp of pain and turning off safety, then pointing it back at her, breathing rather heavily. Despite the scare, he had finally regained the upper hand on his foe.
Ava presses her hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. When he points the pistol at her again, she takes note that the safety is on which means that he isn't going to shoot her again. Stepping backwards, she scrambles out of the alleyway, still clutching her stomach. The sudden movements cause her to sharply breath in. She turns around and moves forward as fast as she can, which granted, isn't very fast.
(Meant to type off, sorry.)
Cameron immediately dropped his arm and swept the pistol away, hiding into the shadows again to rip off his sleeve to expose the bloody wound. He cursed angrily and shook his head, gritting his teeth. Using his ripped sleeve as a bandage, he slowly took out the knife, expressing pressure onto the wound as to not make it more gruesome as it was already. Once it was out, he pocketed it and tightly wrapped the cloth around the open, freely-bleeding wound as to stem the bleeding. He prayed for rain the next day, before their blood stains were found, and ran after the girl for a renewed taste for her death.
Ava uses nearby walls and anything she can get a hold of to balance herself. Pausing, she leans heavily against a nearby building and let's out a loud whistle before moving again. Much to her relief, she catches sight of a flash of dark fur several moments later. Kreja bounds forward, having been trained to stay nearby on her hunts and respond to her whistles, the dog always stays nearby. The Akita mix raises his nose to the air and catches the man's scent. Grabbing onto his owner's sleeve, he tugs her in the opposite direction. "Get us home," She commands Kreja, her breathing ragged and her voice cracking. If she does get back soon and get her wound taken care of, she'll bleed to death.
