Assassins Fall (closed)

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Here is the mansion. We want him dead... Governments can't seem to touch him but we know your training and background he is your target but if anyone else needs to die we have arranged you more than enough money. End him before he ruins all of our business ventures.

Their instructions were simple enough nothing could go wrong... Or could it?
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She stood on the ancient stone steps watching the limo drive away. Finally a few hours of peace to an extent. She looked to the gorilla of a man who was told to guard her whenever Alvarez left the house.

Adrianna glared at him as she turned to walk back into the mansion. An old mission that he had turned into a compound that he was sure none could overtake. She was met in the grand entrance by the old Dr who tended to all med needs within the compound.

He was drunk again last night it looks. Here is some medicine to help you rest child. Be at peace while he is away. Helena has told me she will prepare lunch in an hour.

She smiled and nodded to him as she turned to go to her private suite. The Dr halted her overseer and told him to leave her alone and let her rest.
 
Mason Andrews had served with the US armed forces for twelve years starting as a ranger and ending his career in special forces. He was a ghost, the man the army sent in to eliminate the hostile while showing no sign that America was even there.

He soon tired of killing who he was told to. He took his considerable knowledge and worked with Black water doing contract work, then moved on to free lance work. He had become a hired killer. And Mason Andrews was good at it.

A million a hit to start and he had full veto rights on any and all jobs.

He was now off the grid and you had to know his contact and they did not trust easily.

During his off time he worked out watched sports and honed his craft, blending and being invisable while in plane site was just a few. Many people who knew him during his contract years used to say that if you bundled Jason Bourne, Ethan Hunt and the Invisable man and lumped them into one man you would have Mason.

Those years were gone, it had been five years since anyone who knew him back then had seen him. Many thought he was dead others just thought he had dropped off to enjoy the silence.

He was in the middle of a nice supper with a female friend of his, she knew him as Tyson Andrews, she thought he was just some retired playboy and enjoyed his company when he gave it. His phone buzzed, he looked at the text, "It's windy here need to get indoors." To anyone looking over his shoulder they would not make hide nor hair of it but in truth it was a coded message. There was a job get home wait for the call! He apologized and paid the bill and was on his way home. He drove her to her place and said sorry again and drove off.

At his home he took a secured laptop out of a locked safe and logged onto a seeming harmless chat site and read his orders.

There was a man Mason just had to meet in South America! Then there were a bunch of travel details and a bank number.

He packed and was off! A private jet was awaiting him he loaded up his gear and was in the air with in the hour.

KC

Mason in Delta!
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Mason contracting!
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Mason now!
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An old man sat in the plane.

Three words Mason...

No loose ends.

You and I know that is a given but you know some of the government types.
 
Mason knew this man well, he was trusted and had been a contact for Mason on many "Jobs!" He seemed a little agitated on this one though. Mason could read people and he knew Neil was not a man who was easily rattled. This was going to be a tough assignment.

"I know I know. Who's the mark and what's the time line. I see that you dropped five into my account. That means this is political!" Mason said to his friend. A attendant offered him a drink he declined, he was now in work mode and would not drink unless keeping up an appearance. "Is this a Black op? You know I don't do those! I work freelance, I'm not a government clean up boy! You know this!" Mason said. He was not threatening but he was letting the handler know that he was not to be fucked with.

Neil handed him a manila folder, mason opened it. His eyes scanned the photos' and the text! "Whoa!"

"Exactly!" Neil said.

KC
 
No one has been able to stop this vermin. Legal or otherwise. A contact of mine... A former protégé sent this to me "unofficially" with the words no loose ends. Take the entire compound and everyone in it to the ground.

Taking a drink of his bourbon he was a little on edge about this one. He didn't like the "wipe every living thing" assignments.
 
Mason listened and then understood the edginess. "I don't kill kids! Neil you know this! Women ok! Men sure! But no kids!" Mason said. "Do you at least know how many and who they are! This is pretty fucking open ended for a precision operation! Why not just drop a bomb! And are we framing anyone, or are the dead just going to appear on C-Span as a mystery?" Mason wasn't liking this, he know knew why 5 mill had been given up front.

KC
 
There is no report of kids but there is little if any report of who be has in there. The ones doing the hiring have their stories for any way this goes. He is the main target. I leave it to you who else you wipe out and how. You have one week... Thanks to me explaining that you have little to go on.

The old man sighed.

How did we get so used to killing and death that corpses and ghosts are just "part of the family" Mason?
 
"Well I am telling you here and now! If kids are their they will be alive when I leave!" Mason said with shake of the head. He hated lack of intel. That was how you got yourself killed.


How did we get so used to killing and death that corpses and ghosts are just "part of the family" Mason?

"I don't know brother! Lucky I guess!" Mason said with a pained smile. It was a valid question. How did they get there. Neil had seen his own fair share of death that the transformation from contractor to handler was seamless.

"A week should be plenty if they don't care about leaving a look or a message! I think I will have that drink now!"

KC
 
Those that hired us are efficient at stories to cover all scenarios I will give them that and lime I said your discretion about survivors.

Better get ready you have a night jump into the deserts of Mexico soon enough.
 
Mason emptied his drink. "One more thing do I have a contact down there?" When Neil answered he went and changed into his tack gear, he was soon decked out. He knew he would be dropped within five miles of the Villa, he had water and food for about six days but he could always replenish in the villa. And he had all the gear he needed to take out five Villa's. He strapped on the Shoot and got ready for the jump. He had done a thousand of them in his Delta days this was nothing more then descending a flight of stairs.

"I'll contact you when I have a chance! I've failed if you haven't heard from me in a week! But I should be able to touch base with you!" Mason said and soon he was out the plane and headed for the ground, the jump was routine and went off with out a hitch.

KC
 
No interior contact this is all you Mason.

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The drunken enraged banging on the door to her suite announced his return. She moved to the door right as it was slammed open. She froze staring at him as he ranted on.

They say tone down... They say this TO ME! I have built all of this... I bring the rivals together I pay to make federales look the other way.

Be continued ranting as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her with him back to their room away from the alleged safety of her suite. She knew well what was to come.
 
Mason hit the ground and with in a minute had the shoot stored and was on his way. The Villa was so big and bright he saw it clearly even from three miles out. He made good time and was up on a hill looking down on the compound.

With his high powered binoculars he made mental notes on what was what.

"One man gate in the front. A hidden gate to the rear heading into the hills. One main building Spanish courtyard in the middle. Fifteen or so out buildings! What looks to me as a ten plus car garage, basketball court, tennis, pool, hot tub. Fuck me, at least this fucker is subtle. Four guards at the main gate, five guards roaming in a line pattern. They've been doing this too long with little to no action, they're bored and have allowed massive gaps in their fields of view!" Mason noticed. Getting in for one man of his caliber would be easy, could stay hidden in there for years, the men have allowed familiarity to cloud what they see, the guards don't even look side to side! Their minds are on how drunk They're going to get, or if they'll be able to call up some whores from the local town. There's building in the far north corner the guards on their last six passes have not looked at it twice. He took out his thermal scope and read twenty plus bodies indoors. Mostly servants with some guests sitting in the den, two people walking from one side of the house to the what looks like the master suite!" He thought remembering the lay out of the building he saw on the plan. "Looks like Mr. tough guy drug lord is about to have his way with someone.

KC
 
She knew better than to resist him in this moment as he dragged her to their room. The maids did their best to avoid the area hearing the lady of the house enduring such suffering. The Dr and the old Butler sat talking in the DR's private office in the compound. Slowly people all began to move to their separate rooms to sleep.

His mood had not improved with the dawn and she was as always the closest target till he finally had to go with one final backhand before he left the room and once more left the compound.
 
In the darkness Mason got into the compound and set up in the storage shed, all signs pointed to it not having been used in years. There were cobwebs all over the boxes and tools inside it. He dug in, from here on in he would only move at night. There was a good view of the front gate from the small window, he watched as dawn came. Soon he saw his mark leaving in a nice sports suv. "Armored not doubt, He looks a little pissed to, so my mark has a temper as well as a drug empire. He kept a constant vigil at the window, the day guards were if possible even worse then the night guards. These ones barely moved at all, leaving tons of dead space for their fields of view.

After a while he saw a beautiful young woman appear if only for a second. Then she darted back in. She was to beautiful to kill he thought. He finally rested and got a little one eye open sleep, the night would be a busy one.

KC
 
She had made sure he was gone then a light breakfast and back upstairs to her private suite to get ready to relax by the pool. She was free when he was gone... If you could call being kept in this antique prison of a home free. Slipping I to a bathing suit it's not like she had to hide the bruises a d other marks be left on her.

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Once it was night he moved from the little shack. He moved like a ghost, the king pen was lucky to have lived this long with this security. Mason had seen more alert guards as a wallmart.

He made note of the entire compound he saw that the main villa had several doors that were unmanned. It seemed only the main entrance was guarded. He decided that he would enter the house and have a look around make sure there were no surprises. With his Silenced Sig Sauer P229 9mm in hand he moved in. The Villa was busy but could be navigated in relative silence and ease.

Again he made mental notes of the lay out and where defensible points in the house were. He then made his way to the rooms up stairs. He thought he heard crying or weeping, he would take a closer look.


KC
 
He stood over her with a growl.

You will remain in your suite this night. I will be meeting with some of the less foolish leaders. It appears that we will be having our dealings with Cesar Maloroan's eldest after all. He fancies you... Once I have his loyalty... You will seal that loyalty however he wants is that clear?

She was crying.

You would have another be with your wife?

A sharp backhand across her face answered her as he roared.

You want all the finery my power brings then yes to gain an alliance with one they fear as much as they fear me you WILL do this... Be ready.

With that he stormed out of her suite leaving her there crying.
 
Yes it was definitely, he heard a door slam. Mason moved through out the villa with utter ease. The shear arrogance of the mark to think he was actually safe in this stone tomb!

She was hurt, he was beating her, fucking scum bags to weak to fight a real opponent so they go after a person they can beat up on. Makes them feel strong and mighty. Mason might enjoy this mass killing if the Villa was full of these fuckers. He wanted to see who was being victimized, waiting for the guard to make his rounds. He knew when he walked past he wouldn't be back for ten minutes.

KC
 
Once he had left the suite she slowly stood and gently tried to get dressed in something she wouldn't miss if this young animal her husband expected to her to let use her. She slowly wiped her tears away and with shaking hands got dresses.
 
Mason moved to the door. He could still hear the faint crying. Their was a woman in there, one who had been abused hurt and it's been going on for some time.

He opened the door and was upon her in seconds. His hand on her mouth and a finger to his lips. Mason held her hard but didn't hurt her.

"Not a sound! I will not hurt you!" He said to the frightened woman.

KC
 
She was terrified but remained quiet. She was shaking this was not who she was expecting to say the very least as she stared at him with a faint whimper as her knee jerk reaction to recoil angered a bruised muscle in her arm.
 
Mason let her arm go. "Like I said not a sound. I will kill you if you scream or run!" He said in deadly seriousness, he then let go of her mouth. his hand on a sharp deadly Karambit! Should she make one move he didn't like he would have her throat open in a heart beat. "If you help me you will live and be rid of his abuse. If you don't you die!" Mason was taking a gamble but there was just something about her that made him think he could trust her. He knew he job and he would do it but the info on the villa was lacking and he felt that he could save her and still complete the mission.

All the while keeping his reputation in tact!

KC
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Fear was something she was very used to. She didn't know if she should say anything even though she knew her husband was sending that young vermin to her expecting tbst she let him do whatever he wished to her. The briefest thought of getting this man to kill her to escape her fate danced through her mind.

He... He...

She was almost too terrified to speak even in whispers.
 
She was terrorized and had been for awhile now he guessed. She began to talk. Mason put his finger to his lips. "Calm down! I only want you to talk to answer my questions. Where is your husbands room and will you be alone the rest of the night?" He asked.

He put the knife back to show he had no interest in hurting her he pistol was also in it's holster. Mason couldn't believe that this scum bad beat on such a beautiful woman. Sure he was a killer and he had killed women many times but never had he beat them. He always tried to kill quick and with as little horror to them as possible. This piece of shit would not get this luxury. Of this he was sure.

KC
 
She shook her head no when he asked about her being alone all night. Pointing as if to turn right when leaving the suite to get to his room.
 
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