Post by Ziggy Morgan on Aug 5, 2021 5:01:07 GMT -5
People aren't nearly as slick as they pretend they are.
He opened the case in front of him, taking a moment to look over the hardware within. He stole a glance back to the room, the light within was on. She was by the window. He couldn’t have paid for it to be simpler. And what was better? The idiot boyfriend had left, digging his phone from his pocket. He let out a scoff as he worked to put the rifle together.
“彼らが言うように一日の仕事のすべて..”
He slides the last piece, a laser sight into place before scooting back to the edge of his perch, waiting for the ancient air conditioning unit to fire up and block out the noise of the silenced period to a sentence that had run on far too long for the people who sent him. He raises the rifle, firing up the laser sight and leveling the scope, peering at the red dot a distance away resting on the window, on the woman within.
A smirk as she swipes at the dot over her heart...the air conditioner comes to a loud, angry life. It’s time. It’s finally over and then he can go kill the trai--
“Hey Bitch!!”
THUNK
The shot never goes off as the light show ends for Nao. Bert stands over the man, lead pipe in hand and breathing furiously. He raises it again, but the man is out cold. For a moment he contemplates bashing the dude’s head in, but instead reaches into his hoodie pocket for the other item in his inventory.
One that would fix anything.
Duct tape.
Now how do you get someone off a roof, discreetly?
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I hated lying to her.
It was something that had started becoming far too commonplace. But some things, I feel, would just serve too fuck up her already fucked up experience. For example, the sore thumb asian businessman in a tailored suit who kept stealing glances at us. Admittedly, my basic ass thought he was eyeing her and I wanted to pop him because i’m a jealous fuck.
But then he stopped looking, except for after he sent off one last text before he stepped out. Left a drink on the table, didn’t have any food. When she went to wash up, and I finished the last of her milkshake because I’m also a bastard, I went and checked something on a hunch. A lift of his drink found it full. The ice long melted, the cola and water forming a nasty layered look like oil and water.
So he’d been here for god knows how long, with a drink he never touched, and instantly locked in on me and Nao? If this were Among Us I would airlock that motherfucker first round. But it wasn’t.
I gripped the steering wheel as the car idled on the side of the road in some nameless part of Utah, the odometer said i’d gone nearly forty miles away. I was hoping Nao’s lucidity would help skew my absence.
Another lie..
But this was something else. This wasn’t a game, it never was but now? I exhaled slowly, before stepping out of the car, keys in hand along with the side piece I took out of dude’s suit jacket. Some fancy blacked out .45, one in the chamber with a full clip. Safety off. Fucking douchebag, at least be good at firearm safety!
I shook the joke away, because this wasn’t a joke now. Someone tried to kill her tonight.
And I was going to find out why.
I let legs I could barely feel they quaked so hard with rage carry me to the trunk, a jungle of keys. I stop, and pull my beanie down, revealing a ski mask. Maybe they knew who I was but if not? They weren’t gonna find out from me.
I threw the trunk open, aiming the gun right at….Shiny shoes. Fuck, i put him the other way. A shift of the gun, and it’s in his face. His eyes stare at me, breath coming in short furious huffs. “I’m going to take the tape off, yo...we’re in the middle of nowhere so if you scream, i’ll leave you here with another hole. But it won’t make no noise, and neither will you, got it?” a silent, accepting nod and I ripped the tape off.
“Let’s start real nice and simple..” a pause “And in English..I’m not great with Japanese yet….Who the fuck are you!?”
The slight hint of arrogance, even in a situation like this, was infuriating. “Yasunori.. who the fuck are you?” Why give away the name so easily? It’s probably a fake.
“Yansy, got it.” I butchered his name on purpose, like a good action hero “I’m the guy whose girlfriend you tried to kill. And now, you’re gonna tell me why or shits gonna get really, really ugly. Like, yo mama ugly” Goooottt eeeemmm
Eyes narrowed followed by a scoffing laugh. “Maybe it’s just business. Maybe it was the wrong girl. Or maybe she deserved it? Why don’t you tell me what you think, detective?”
I feel a white hot rage similar to the shit that gets me in the zone on fight night. I set the gun down on the bumper of the nissan then, keeping it in place with my knee and practicing the same high end firearm safety this guy did. I reach in and snatch him by the duct tape around his wrists, yanking it to the trunk, until his hands are just beyond the threshold…
And slam the trunk down on his wrists once, twice, three times before throwing it up and snatching the gun, shoving it in his face this time “DO YOU THINK THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING GAME, YO?!” I shove his forehead with the barrel “Spill the fuckin tea!!”
Pained breaths followed, and a bit of hesitation. “When someone breaks the rules, they suffer the consequences. She ran off, we chase. We’re not going to let a commodity become a liability.” Eyes trailed downward. “She fucked up. There is no out. So there.” I felt my stomach churn at ‘commodity’. I didn’t want to know the full implication, I wanted her to remember it less.
“Listen up, and listen good you piece of garbage...she’s not a commodity. She’s a person. She’s MY person, you got that? And Now that I caught you without seein you comin, i’ll be lookin for the rest of them!” a pause, I push the barrel harder, leaning down and meeting his eyes “Last question, lets see how much I gotta do to make you answer it. Who is ‘we’. And I want specifics...and don’t give me the management company for B*Stars, I mean the real “We”..as in you” fuck, c’mon Bert.
A final press, and I listen. “Kazoka Industries is what you would call a conglomerate originally founded in 1936. They have branched out to several markets that do include ones in the media. They have a music branch and one of their talents on hand is.. that group.” A pause, a smirk. “As you may well know, your person was a part of that group and did her job well for a few years. Then it seemed like she and her little.. well I’ll save that for my mind, but they decided to play things their own way. Thankfully the other one smartened up, though I got my suspicions about just how loyal she really is..” Another pause. “You already know the truth, you’re just too scared to put the pieces together because you know it’s only a matter of time.”
“Til what? And don’t try gettin funny and playing with my head, if I smell bullshit i’m gonna blow your fuckin brains out!!” I feel an unfamiliar hate quake within me, the arrogance of the bastard getting under my skin. I push away the bubbling nerves as I feel the depth continue to grow around me. I’m not used to this shit. This isn’t me.
But for her, I'd be anything. “Until someone gets the job done. Shame since I heard she’s quite useful.. well at least she was until the screw up months back..” A mocking chuckle. “How is it handling a broken doll?”
"I dunno, what's it like being a trained assassin gettin outdone by some dude?" I pause, and nod "Since you're down to insults we're done here so...I'm gonna knock you out, take your shit, and leave you for the ‘Yotes. Deuces bitch!"
I cracked him with the gun once, twice, maybe a few more times until I was sure he was out. It was only then that I let out a shaky breath and grabbed the duct tape.
Now I wish I could say I was mature about it. But no, I wasn't. I wrapped his head in duct tape and drew dicks on it with a fat sharpie among my trunks junk. I took his clothes and tossed them aside, keeping the wallet and phone.
As I shoved him down the ravine I was parked next to I didn't even watch him roll to the bottom, electing to hurry back.
The gun went out the window a few miles down the road. A few miles after, a gas station. I pulled over and promptly threw up on the asphalt. My body shook as the adrenaline left.
"What the fuck yo.." I rasp before feeling a phone go off. I freeze, it's mine. A text.
Nao
Candy?
11:21 PM
I smile..
Worth it.
He opened the case in front of him, taking a moment to look over the hardware within. He stole a glance back to the room, the light within was on. She was by the window. He couldn’t have paid for it to be simpler. And what was better? The idiot boyfriend had left, digging his phone from his pocket. He let out a scoff as he worked to put the rifle together.
“彼らが言うように一日の仕事のすべて..”
He slides the last piece, a laser sight into place before scooting back to the edge of his perch, waiting for the ancient air conditioning unit to fire up and block out the noise of the silenced period to a sentence that had run on far too long for the people who sent him. He raises the rifle, firing up the laser sight and leveling the scope, peering at the red dot a distance away resting on the window, on the woman within.
A smirk as she swipes at the dot over her heart...the air conditioner comes to a loud, angry life. It’s time. It’s finally over and then he can go kill the trai--
“Hey Bitch!!”
THUNK
The shot never goes off as the light show ends for Nao. Bert stands over the man, lead pipe in hand and breathing furiously. He raises it again, but the man is out cold. For a moment he contemplates bashing the dude’s head in, but instead reaches into his hoodie pocket for the other item in his inventory.
One that would fix anything.
Duct tape.
Now how do you get someone off a roof, discreetly?
--------
I hated lying to her.
It was something that had started becoming far too commonplace. But some things, I feel, would just serve too fuck up her already fucked up experience. For example, the sore thumb asian businessman in a tailored suit who kept stealing glances at us. Admittedly, my basic ass thought he was eyeing her and I wanted to pop him because i’m a jealous fuck.
But then he stopped looking, except for after he sent off one last text before he stepped out. Left a drink on the table, didn’t have any food. When she went to wash up, and I finished the last of her milkshake because I’m also a bastard, I went and checked something on a hunch. A lift of his drink found it full. The ice long melted, the cola and water forming a nasty layered look like oil and water.
So he’d been here for god knows how long, with a drink he never touched, and instantly locked in on me and Nao? If this were Among Us I would airlock that motherfucker first round. But it wasn’t.
I gripped the steering wheel as the car idled on the side of the road in some nameless part of Utah, the odometer said i’d gone nearly forty miles away. I was hoping Nao’s lucidity would help skew my absence.
Another lie..
But this was something else. This wasn’t a game, it never was but now? I exhaled slowly, before stepping out of the car, keys in hand along with the side piece I took out of dude’s suit jacket. Some fancy blacked out .45, one in the chamber with a full clip. Safety off. Fucking douchebag, at least be good at firearm safety!
I shook the joke away, because this wasn’t a joke now. Someone tried to kill her tonight.
And I was going to find out why.
I let legs I could barely feel they quaked so hard with rage carry me to the trunk, a jungle of keys. I stop, and pull my beanie down, revealing a ski mask. Maybe they knew who I was but if not? They weren’t gonna find out from me.
I threw the trunk open, aiming the gun right at….Shiny shoes. Fuck, i put him the other way. A shift of the gun, and it’s in his face. His eyes stare at me, breath coming in short furious huffs. “I’m going to take the tape off, yo...we’re in the middle of nowhere so if you scream, i’ll leave you here with another hole. But it won’t make no noise, and neither will you, got it?” a silent, accepting nod and I ripped the tape off.
“Let’s start real nice and simple..” a pause “And in English..I’m not great with Japanese yet….Who the fuck are you!?”
The slight hint of arrogance, even in a situation like this, was infuriating. “Yasunori.. who the fuck are you?” Why give away the name so easily? It’s probably a fake.
“Yansy, got it.” I butchered his name on purpose, like a good action hero “I’m the guy whose girlfriend you tried to kill. And now, you’re gonna tell me why or shits gonna get really, really ugly. Like, yo mama ugly” Goooottt eeeemmm
Eyes narrowed followed by a scoffing laugh. “Maybe it’s just business. Maybe it was the wrong girl. Or maybe she deserved it? Why don’t you tell me what you think, detective?”
I feel a white hot rage similar to the shit that gets me in the zone on fight night. I set the gun down on the bumper of the nissan then, keeping it in place with my knee and practicing the same high end firearm safety this guy did. I reach in and snatch him by the duct tape around his wrists, yanking it to the trunk, until his hands are just beyond the threshold…
And slam the trunk down on his wrists once, twice, three times before throwing it up and snatching the gun, shoving it in his face this time “DO YOU THINK THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING GAME, YO?!” I shove his forehead with the barrel “Spill the fuckin tea!!”
Pained breaths followed, and a bit of hesitation. “When someone breaks the rules, they suffer the consequences. She ran off, we chase. We’re not going to let a commodity become a liability.” Eyes trailed downward. “She fucked up. There is no out. So there.” I felt my stomach churn at ‘commodity’. I didn’t want to know the full implication, I wanted her to remember it less.
“Listen up, and listen good you piece of garbage...she’s not a commodity. She’s a person. She’s MY person, you got that? And Now that I caught you without seein you comin, i’ll be lookin for the rest of them!” a pause, I push the barrel harder, leaning down and meeting his eyes “Last question, lets see how much I gotta do to make you answer it. Who is ‘we’. And I want specifics...and don’t give me the management company for B*Stars, I mean the real “We”..as in you” fuck, c’mon Bert.
A final press, and I listen. “Kazoka Industries is what you would call a conglomerate originally founded in 1936. They have branched out to several markets that do include ones in the media. They have a music branch and one of their talents on hand is.. that group.” A pause, a smirk. “As you may well know, your person was a part of that group and did her job well for a few years. Then it seemed like she and her little.. well I’ll save that for my mind, but they decided to play things their own way. Thankfully the other one smartened up, though I got my suspicions about just how loyal she really is..” Another pause. “You already know the truth, you’re just too scared to put the pieces together because you know it’s only a matter of time.”
“Til what? And don’t try gettin funny and playing with my head, if I smell bullshit i’m gonna blow your fuckin brains out!!” I feel an unfamiliar hate quake within me, the arrogance of the bastard getting under my skin. I push away the bubbling nerves as I feel the depth continue to grow around me. I’m not used to this shit. This isn’t me.
But for her, I'd be anything. “Until someone gets the job done. Shame since I heard she’s quite useful.. well at least she was until the screw up months back..” A mocking chuckle. “How is it handling a broken doll?”
"I dunno, what's it like being a trained assassin gettin outdone by some dude?" I pause, and nod "Since you're down to insults we're done here so...I'm gonna knock you out, take your shit, and leave you for the ‘Yotes. Deuces bitch!"
I cracked him with the gun once, twice, maybe a few more times until I was sure he was out. It was only then that I let out a shaky breath and grabbed the duct tape.
Now I wish I could say I was mature about it. But no, I wasn't. I wrapped his head in duct tape and drew dicks on it with a fat sharpie among my trunks junk. I took his clothes and tossed them aside, keeping the wallet and phone.
As I shoved him down the ravine I was parked next to I didn't even watch him roll to the bottom, electing to hurry back.
The gun went out the window a few miles down the road. A few miles after, a gas station. I pulled over and promptly threw up on the asphalt. My body shook as the adrenaline left.
"What the fuck yo.." I rasp before feeling a phone go off. I freeze, it's mine. A text.
Nao
Candy?
11:21 PM
I smile..
Worth it.
