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Dec 31, 2018 16:26:22 GMT -5
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Little rabbit, little rabbit... You can run but you can't hide.
He watched lazily as the exchange went down, a bottle of beer hanging loosely between his fingers from where he perched on the edge of the roof. Dirty money passed from one corrupt bastard to the next, but he was a focused hunter. He had one target, not two and nothing could distract him from the task at hand. Cigarette smoke and smog hung heavy in the air and the moon casted his spot in the shadows, out of sight and out of mind even as he took another swig. The duo were going their separate ways which meant he was going to be given a very small time frame to do exactly what was asked of him.
He climbed down the fire escape with practiced ease, dropping the final stretch and tumbling into a soundless shoulder roll before standing up and waiting in the shadows. His mark was Joseph Taylor today. Maybe tomorrow it would be Elizabeth Moore tomorrow, but for now he was content with watching her and her bodyguards leave with the money.
Reinigen wanted him to get the case of drugs out of play and though Moore was the source of it, she was a bigger fish than Taylor was and seeing as he was the supplier on the streets it was well deserved. Taylor passed by him, oblivious to the stench of the alcohol lingering in the air of the damp dirty alleyway. Taking another swig from the beer bottle, he swallowed the beer before placing it onto the ground. The distinct sound of heavy glass colliding with cobblestone caused Taylor to jolt and look around seeing nothing. The alley was clear and Nan Xin smiled as he watched Taylor's wild eyes look around the alleyway for the source of the noise.
"Who's there?!" He sounded angry, but most importantly he sounded scared. He was backing up, taking slow steps towards the outside of the alley but Nan Xin knew there was nobody around to help Taylor. Just like Taylor and Moore had put the time and effort to find a secluded area for the deal, Nan Xin had planned this out meticulously.
Wrapping his fingers around the hilt of his dagger, he pulled it out in one smooth motion. As if finally comprehending the danger, Taylor turned to flee but it was an easy task to tackle him down. The first blow was the only one he need, clean and precise with the same skill he had with a scalpel when he had still been working in hospitals, saving lives instead of taking lives to save them. The gurgle that escaped Taylor as blood poured onto the pavement was tale telling and he shifted, getting up from the dying man's body. He looked down at Taylor even as something like recognition shone in those brown glassy eyes.
Wiping the blood on Taylor's body, he sheathed the dagger. He smiled behind his mask even as he headed back towards his beer bottle and picked it back up, suitcase in tow. Cradling the suitcase under the same arm he was holding his drink in, he pulled out his burner phone. "Maintenance speaking." A disembodied voice on the other side of the phone said.
"There's a mess in the lobby by room 21," he said in turn.
"We'll send somebody immediately."
The line went dead and he shrugged carelessly as he left Taylor's body behind for Reinigen to deal with. It had been a clean kill and even if the cops did fine it they wouldn't be able to make much of the cold case, but ever since he stopped working odd jobs with well paying criminals who wanted an assassin who would deal with their rivals and problems and started up with Reinigen he was introduced to a more... delicate society. They were a meticulous kind, particular about how they wanted things done down to the letter.
It had been more fun when he had been working solo. He still had the autonomy to choose his targets. That was something they couldn't take away from him or that was the end of their run with him. He would be leaving. It was that simple. However, the constant cat and mouse with the cops had been thrilling and there had been a young detective back in the days who had taken charge of hunting him down. Every time he had to come before the press and explain that there was another murder without any evidence and leads, Nan Xin had truly felt something akin to victory. He had felt excited at such a game.
When Detective Dominic Magsino had vanished from the limelight and stopped hunting for his leads, the excitement dried out. Nowadays, it was aimless work. There was an innate understanding deep down inside him as to why he did what he did, but some days it just didn't seem enough. Nothing could ever be enough.
Entering his small apartment, he closed the door behind him and placed the briefcase onto the table before turning on the fire to make something to eat. However, he heard his phone ringing from the room over and he scoffed even as he turned off the gas stove, annoyed. Picking the phone off the table it was sitting on, he picked it up. It was his personal number. Nobody he didn't know would be calling him. "Wolf?" Business? Raising a brow as one of Reinigen's leaders, he was sure this man was named Silas, spoke to him, he wasn't quite sure why he was being called. He had just finished a job.
"Speaking," he answered carelessly even as he settled down on the arm of his sofa.
"You need to come in early tomorrow." It was so final like everything with Reinigen was. They stated requests like demands. They called around the clock. Sometimes at 3 am sometimes at 11 pm. There was no rhyme or reason to their patterns, only their methods. Before he could answer, Silas had ended the call. Frowning in annoyance, he stared at his phone for a moment before letting up and heading into the kitchen to cook his meal again.
The noodles were never as good as Hien's.
He turned in early that night and came in early like Silas had asked despite his annoyance and reservations. Silas, however, hadn't been around to greet him. The slimy bastard. Instead it was Vaughn who had decided to pull him aside and he followed easily. "Did Silas spare you any details?"
"Does he ever?" He shot back and Vaughn had laughed.
"That's fair," the taller man agreed before he gestured for Nan Xin to sit. "There's been a thorn in our side. A kid."
"A kid?" He repeated, raising a brow in turn. "I don't see how that's much of a thorn. Kinda more like a splinter, isn't it?"
Vaughn had always been his favorite out of the three. Gabriel was far too serious. Silas was far too irresponsible. Vaughn settled just in between with just enough humor to be a good conversationalist and enough seriousness to stay on topic. Vaughn gave him a look of annoyed fondness even as he shook his head, "He's digging into things he shouldn't be. The logical choice would to be well... to get rid of him. But then again, there are principles to what we do."
"So what? You want me to throw him the sales pitch? Hook line and sinker? You want me to go bring him back here kicking and screaming to have a nice sit down? I'm not sure I'm following."
"I want you to mentor him, he's taken up the offer. He's going to join Reinigen."
"Right..." Nan Xin drawled long and slow, mulling over the word 'mentor'. There had to be like. Two meanings to that statement because if Vaughn thought he was suitable to take care of a kid then he might as well have thrown the new kid to Silas. "That sounds-"
Vaughn had shook his head, "You're patient. You're skilled. You're trustworthy. Gabriel nominated you and honestly, I think you'll do great." A piece of paper with an address was pressed into his hand. There was no disagreeing, no denying them even as Vaughn pulled away and left it at that. He turned his hand and looked at the slip of paper. There was a safe house address and a time for the meeting on it. Which happened to be an hour from now.
His upper lip curled in annoyance even as he got out of the chair. Damn assholes couldn't even tell him days prior. Heading out to his car, he started up the engine and drove to the meeting site uncertain of what he was due for. It was completely unlikely that they would be meeting alone. Somebody else had to be there to explain to the kid exactly what they were and what it was Reinigen did and how he was going to make his mark. And of course, they also had to facilitate the greeting. At least that had been how his initiation went.
As he pushed the door open, he found that he had not arrived first. Nodding at the young man, he spoke casually, "Hey."
He climbed down the fire escape with practiced ease, dropping the final stretch and tumbling into a soundless shoulder roll before standing up and waiting in the shadows. His mark was Joseph Taylor today. Maybe tomorrow it would be Elizabeth Moore tomorrow, but for now he was content with watching her and her bodyguards leave with the money.
Reinigen wanted him to get the case of drugs out of play and though Moore was the source of it, she was a bigger fish than Taylor was and seeing as he was the supplier on the streets it was well deserved. Taylor passed by him, oblivious to the stench of the alcohol lingering in the air of the damp dirty alleyway. Taking another swig from the beer bottle, he swallowed the beer before placing it onto the ground. The distinct sound of heavy glass colliding with cobblestone caused Taylor to jolt and look around seeing nothing. The alley was clear and Nan Xin smiled as he watched Taylor's wild eyes look around the alleyway for the source of the noise.
"Who's there?!" He sounded angry, but most importantly he sounded scared. He was backing up, taking slow steps towards the outside of the alley but Nan Xin knew there was nobody around to help Taylor. Just like Taylor and Moore had put the time and effort to find a secluded area for the deal, Nan Xin had planned this out meticulously.
Wrapping his fingers around the hilt of his dagger, he pulled it out in one smooth motion. As if finally comprehending the danger, Taylor turned to flee but it was an easy task to tackle him down. The first blow was the only one he need, clean and precise with the same skill he had with a scalpel when he had still been working in hospitals, saving lives instead of taking lives to save them. The gurgle that escaped Taylor as blood poured onto the pavement was tale telling and he shifted, getting up from the dying man's body. He looked down at Taylor even as something like recognition shone in those brown glassy eyes.
Wiping the blood on Taylor's body, he sheathed the dagger. He smiled behind his mask even as he headed back towards his beer bottle and picked it back up, suitcase in tow. Cradling the suitcase under the same arm he was holding his drink in, he pulled out his burner phone. "Maintenance speaking." A disembodied voice on the other side of the phone said.
"There's a mess in the lobby by room 21," he said in turn.
"We'll send somebody immediately."
The line went dead and he shrugged carelessly as he left Taylor's body behind for Reinigen to deal with. It had been a clean kill and even if the cops did fine it they wouldn't be able to make much of the cold case, but ever since he stopped working odd jobs with well paying criminals who wanted an assassin who would deal with their rivals and problems and started up with Reinigen he was introduced to a more... delicate society. They were a meticulous kind, particular about how they wanted things done down to the letter.
It had been more fun when he had been working solo. He still had the autonomy to choose his targets. That was something they couldn't take away from him or that was the end of their run with him. He would be leaving. It was that simple. However, the constant cat and mouse with the cops had been thrilling and there had been a young detective back in the days who had taken charge of hunting him down. Every time he had to come before the press and explain that there was another murder without any evidence and leads, Nan Xin had truly felt something akin to victory. He had felt excited at such a game.
When Detective Dominic Magsino had vanished from the limelight and stopped hunting for his leads, the excitement dried out. Nowadays, it was aimless work. There was an innate understanding deep down inside him as to why he did what he did, but some days it just didn't seem enough. Nothing could ever be enough.
Entering his small apartment, he closed the door behind him and placed the briefcase onto the table before turning on the fire to make something to eat. However, he heard his phone ringing from the room over and he scoffed even as he turned off the gas stove, annoyed. Picking the phone off the table it was sitting on, he picked it up. It was his personal number. Nobody he didn't know would be calling him. "Wolf?" Business? Raising a brow as one of Reinigen's leaders, he was sure this man was named Silas, spoke to him, he wasn't quite sure why he was being called. He had just finished a job.
"Speaking," he answered carelessly even as he settled down on the arm of his sofa.
"You need to come in early tomorrow." It was so final like everything with Reinigen was. They stated requests like demands. They called around the clock. Sometimes at 3 am sometimes at 11 pm. There was no rhyme or reason to their patterns, only their methods. Before he could answer, Silas had ended the call. Frowning in annoyance, he stared at his phone for a moment before letting up and heading into the kitchen to cook his meal again.
The noodles were never as good as Hien's.
He turned in early that night and came in early like Silas had asked despite his annoyance and reservations. Silas, however, hadn't been around to greet him. The slimy bastard. Instead it was Vaughn who had decided to pull him aside and he followed easily. "Did Silas spare you any details?"
"Does he ever?" He shot back and Vaughn had laughed.
"That's fair," the taller man agreed before he gestured for Nan Xin to sit. "There's been a thorn in our side. A kid."
"A kid?" He repeated, raising a brow in turn. "I don't see how that's much of a thorn. Kinda more like a splinter, isn't it?"
Vaughn had always been his favorite out of the three. Gabriel was far too serious. Silas was far too irresponsible. Vaughn settled just in between with just enough humor to be a good conversationalist and enough seriousness to stay on topic. Vaughn gave him a look of annoyed fondness even as he shook his head, "He's digging into things he shouldn't be. The logical choice would to be well... to get rid of him. But then again, there are principles to what we do."
"So what? You want me to throw him the sales pitch? Hook line and sinker? You want me to go bring him back here kicking and screaming to have a nice sit down? I'm not sure I'm following."
"I want you to mentor him, he's taken up the offer. He's going to join Reinigen."
"Right..." Nan Xin drawled long and slow, mulling over the word 'mentor'. There had to be like. Two meanings to that statement because if Vaughn thought he was suitable to take care of a kid then he might as well have thrown the new kid to Silas. "That sounds-"
Vaughn had shook his head, "You're patient. You're skilled. You're trustworthy. Gabriel nominated you and honestly, I think you'll do great." A piece of paper with an address was pressed into his hand. There was no disagreeing, no denying them even as Vaughn pulled away and left it at that. He turned his hand and looked at the slip of paper. There was a safe house address and a time for the meeting on it. Which happened to be an hour from now.
His upper lip curled in annoyance even as he got out of the chair. Damn assholes couldn't even tell him days prior. Heading out to his car, he started up the engine and drove to the meeting site uncertain of what he was due for. It was completely unlikely that they would be meeting alone. Somebody else had to be there to explain to the kid exactly what they were and what it was Reinigen did and how he was going to make his mark. And of course, they also had to facilitate the greeting. At least that had been how his initiation went.
As he pushed the door open, he found that he had not arrived first. Nodding at the young man, he spoke casually, "Hey."