HIT LIST EXCERPT
"The man you're looking for is wearing a red suit and black tie.." Rae's voice came in through the coms nestled into the drum of my ear, I swear if silk had a sound it'd be her light and rough shrill. I stood against the entrance of the town hall, politicians, police offers, and even a few celebrities stalked the crystal clean floorboard in their newest gucci, prada bullshit. So pretty much no one you should trust. My 20/20 focused into the fitted crowd that swarmed around the center of the gold accented white ballroom, a crystal chandelier dangling over the room while an orchestra sat at each side, narrowing the people in and creating a need of conversation.
"Are we talking blood red or that soft red." My voice, low yet casual rang to Rae as I began my pace towards the swarm of people. My suit jacket had been placed against the curve of my shoulder, my crisp white button up exposed to the public while i kept my steps sleek without even trying.
I should probably fill in the biggest blank there is to have about me. My name is Liam and I'm a trained assassin for the UGF. The purpose of my work began a year and a half ago when I woke up with no memory of the life before, the only information I had about my past is that who I belonged to didn't want me and left me stranded. I woke up brittle, sick and weak until I was skilled in combat, shooting and motor skills. But there's more. When I woke up I had these... abilities, And now I hone them in a facility that I now call my home. Rae, my combat trainer and eyes was one of the only people I could trust this was certain. When I'm home, she strengthens me and when I'm on the field she watches over me. Her voice fell to a silent hush while I hurried my eyes across the broad horizon of the crowd around me. With my 6'2 stature most of the swarm stood beneath me while some might have met my eye level but no one measured past me. This helped finding redshirt that much easier. His official name was Fernando Martinez, the governor of Nevada and a national threat. When I am sent out to hunt these people it should be known that they aren't just people. Most supernatural threats are people in power, their ability to influence the public more accessible. And in this case Fernando was in with three major organizations that exposed black magic to the masses in order to gain control. The UGF had been tracking them for months, gaining intel and whereabouts on their main men, red shirt fitting bill number one. He ran with the organization in Washington while also working the one posted in Vegas. They plan on corrupting the three major influential places In America, Washington, Vegas, and New York. With social media at a peak and politics being top discussion their plan wasn't far from being met. They were rumored to be corrupted by the supernatural beasts you may be unfamiliar with, a demonic enchantress. They can tread the streets as everyday people and even cast spells like witches with the bite of the worst wolf you've ever met. So they sent me to kill them, how nice.
The color wheel was everywhere in this room, being a blessing and a curse when trying to pin point a specific red shirted politician. The first step to being an assassin was trying to make little to no conversation, no shaking hands, and no eye contact if you can help it. So most the work relied on me if not Rae.
"Alright, Rae you gotta give me something better than a red shirt, I'm sticking out like a sore thumb in here."My tone lowered to a soft grunt, swaying to the side as incoming women made their way past me, my fingers clenching around the first glass of bubbly that came into my gaze. Busying myself as much as I could.
"He has his own Posse, Liam. Publicist, guards, assistant, assistants assistant. Look for someone with everyone." The sound of the entire room swelled in my ear drums when lingering my eyes from one side of the room to the other in a single second, the speed of my mind being another perk of my temporary comatose. My sight, sound and hearing amped on the volume and making everything crystal. The chitter chatter of the people urging questions and answers down the throats of governors, congressmen and vices alike rang while others begged to get their point across fogged my ears before hearing the familiar voice of Martinez from the countless phone calls the UGF had shown Rae and I back at home. Narrowing my feet and eyes to detect the sound was almost as easy as breathing. The large population that swarmed around him like Rae prepared me for stood at his side front and back.
"Damn it." I couldn't help but brush out of my mouth when narrowing my eyes at his smiling features, his cheeks arched and crow's feet damn near growing wings and flying for the winter. Distractions was the only best idea I had left, causing enough of a stir to occupy everyone else's attention enough to pull Martinez aside to finish my job. My mind immediately went to the current glass of champagne in my hand along with the Becky, Jim and Sandy guarding Martinez like German Shepard's while my steps grew to a high speed, slicking past the people in my crosshairs. My lips filled the rim of the champagne glass with ease, soft gulps working at the sharp bubbles that dissolved down my throat until the glass was empty, My eyes wavered across the full room, a black tie wearing waiter with champagne glasses coming into my laser sharp gaze, my steps halting until he nears me along with the posse surrounding red shirt.