Before you is a document in a plain manilla folder. Papercliped to the front is the picture of a rather odd looking man of spanish decent. His hair is black and he has a long scar on his cheek. Were it not for the scar you could swear he looked like a model. The attached document reads as follows:
Name: Isais Hernandez
Age: 35
DOB: Unknown
Height: 70"
Weight: 155#'s
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Description: Isais Hernandez as been a nuasance in many peoples eyes for quite sometime. He used to be small time and no one ever really paid him any mind. However, that changed when he led a takeover of a drug cartel that we had connections with. He has severed all connections with us and is breaking every rule we had for the original owner. He is no longer a nusance and has become a great thorn in our side, Eliminate him by any means nessacary.
Special Arrangements or Terms: There are no Special Terms to fulfill this mission, however, there is a bonus if you take him out during a local television interview. Which is scheduled in two days, we are unclear about the time.
Reward: Completed mission shall recieve fifty thousand dollars and an item.
Tak visited the offices of each local TV station in the area, enquiring at four before he found the station he was looking for - CurrentLocal, a small news-based TV station giving information on current affairs, local politics and regional events. Through subtle questions, he managed to find out that Hernandez was booked to be interviewed in three days' time on rumours that he was going to stand in local elections, using his own finances. Hernandez had only agreed to a live interview, in order to protect himself as much as possible. The interview was set for 2pm sharp.
Tak waited for the rest of the day at the station's recording studio - a small building just off the freeway, no bigger than a large house. He photographed the CurentLocal employees coming and going from the facility - all the recording crew wore plain blue jumpsuits, with an orange CurrentLocal emblem on the shirt pocket.
Early the next day Tak bought a blue jumpsuit, the kind the recording crew wore. It took time, but he was able to reproduce the CurrentLocal emblem and stitch it to his suit.
As night fell he waited outside a multimedia warehouse out of town, having no trouble entering through a window and leaving with a studio-style TV camera. He took it back to his place and set to work modifying it.
His plan was to hollow out the camera, and replace it with a simple, single shot weapon - a rigid barrel, a firing pin, and an excessively-long wire wool based silencer in front. He then took a standard 5.56mm NATO round and removed the body of the bullet, leaving only the cartridge and firing plate. Using melted rubber, he secured a steel pin into the cartridge in place of the actual bullet. When the firing pin was released, the cartridge would detonate and force the pin through the barrel at the speed of a conventional NATO round. The effect of using a pin instead was that the entry wound would be only slightly larger than that of a hypodermic needle, but once inside the body the steel pin would turn over and over, causing massive tissue damage and leading to the body bleeding into itself, causing death within minutes. The action would be silent, there would be no blood outside of the body, and Hernandez would simply slump over in his chair and die quickly.
OOC: Contract already taken? okay My guy will keep checking for files.
Real name: John Stone
Status: Single
Occupation: Former United States Green Beret turned security expert
Identity: Known to legal authorities
Legal status: Citizen of the United States, listed by Army as honorable Discharge
Place of birth: Ithaca, New York
Group affiliation: Black Bear Civil Defense Force
Base of operations: Mobile, usually in New York City
Height: 6 ft.
Weight: 200 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Age: 38
History
John Stone Had a fine career with the United States Army and earned the rank of Captian before leaving the service due to disgust over budget cuts. He has distinguished combat record which has included cross training in SEAL (Sea Air Land) training, UDT (Underwater Demolition Team) training, and LRPA (Long Range Patrol) training, he is well versed in the arts of warfare and hand-to-hand combat. Being a Green Beret he is able to teach weapons training, small unit tactics, and leadership. With a good stock portfolio he relocated to a loft in NYC.
He became a bit of a recluse over the last few years. You might see him teaching shooting at the Police academy or working the door at a club....working security at a Ranger game or guarding a business executive. Was seen on a hunting trip in Africa. He keeps odd hours and enjoys the 24hour gyms, karate classes, and sometimes work at a local garadge for the fun of working on cars.
He is a strange guy who like beer, pizza, and strippers.....okay that isn't the strange part. He does have email and prowls the net looking for adventure.
Weapons
M16 automatic rifle in .223 caliber; a Sterling Mark 69mm, 34-round clip fed, semiautomatic rifle converted to automatic fire; a 14-round, 9mm Browning Llama automatic pistol; a Government issue .45 caliber automatic frame re-chambered for 9mm ammunition with a replaceable barrel to convert it to .223 caliber ammunition; and a 4-shot derringer in .223 caliber (Thus, he needs to carry only two types of ammunition.) Though he knows manyweapons these have distinguished themselves in his mind not including throwing knives, Ka-bars, and Stakeout Shotguns.
Serena stepped out of her car glancing at her enviroment. She had already found out the time of the interview. She entered her hotel her mind wandering. Ever since she had read the contents of that folder. She still didn't know why she had accepted. But she had and now she had a man to kill. She entered her room and went strait to her chest. Removing the false tray inside she accessed her weopons and the few gadgets she had managed to hold on to. She reached in and grabbed a small box opening it she smiled at its contents. It was a lipstick tube with supposed normal lipstick but it was actually a single shot gun. It shot a very accurate and deadly dart tinged with a poison that killed within five seconds. Very effective and unique. She had always tried to make her jobs unique at times.. and guns were so messy though if neccessary she was a crack shot. She just detested blood. Smiling she returned the lipstick deciding to take a nap. There was still much to be done.
Tak sent a further note to command, following his message detailing his planned hit.
'The only thing that can go wrong with this one, as I can see, is if my pin hits a bone on the way in. If that happens, he might survive. I seriously recommend a backup operative, ready to finish the contract if Hernandez survives. Maybe waiting nearby as an ambulance crewman, if he's still alive takes him away on a stretcher and finishes it? If this happens, I'd be willing to cut 25% to whoever backs me up.'
M.T.
Tak sent the message and sat back, satisifed that all bases were now covered. He didn't think he'd need anyone to help finish the deal, but was glad that there would be someone just in case.
Arsenal smiled and stepped out of the simple black unmarked car,wading through teh crowds easily in his simple button shirt and pants,loose for easy movements and wiht a pair of shades on.This was easy so far.he had taken the information,hacked into the television networks,and found out where it would be adn when..A few hours of hacking had gotten him a fake ID and a pass.He smiled cheerfully and nodded to everyone,heading across the room to the podium,carrying a duffel bag of sound equipment(fake),posing as a soudn technician in full view of teh whole crowd as he bent to teh podium,fumbling at the wires,calmly pulling out a number of small black boxes and wires.He atatcked them gently to teh inside of teh podium in almost full view of teh whole crowd,smiling to himself as he attached dummy wires to the mic wires.He stepped back,pushing teh small wooden wall into place,his suprise hidden from the crowd and anyone else.He had put a small bomb or two into teh podium,set to a trigger hidden safely in the duffel back,securly locked and held so as nto to trigger to early.As Hernandez stepped up the podium,he would begin to speak.as soonas the podium cleared for just a moment,he would ignite the bomb.it would only have a radius of about an effective 3 or 4 feet,enough to blow a large chunk out of hernandez,while excluding the people surrounding him.He smiled and wandere away,changing in a bathroom into a pair of dress pants and a butotn down t-shirt,taking a position leaning against teh wall inside the room,hiding partially behidn teh raised area the podium was palced upon
((#1, You have forgotten to explain how you aquired the information about the target, please read the rules of game play in the OOC thread. #2, to Blue Eyed Lady, check the OOC thread Assassins. #3, to Jag, just because one player has accepted the mission does not mean that you can not either. Truthfully this is a compitition and for some might beccome a team based compitition. Do not forget to explain every detail, starting with how you aquired the info and how you go about meeting him. Notice I left something out...what could that be? Perhaps in which country the target is in would help. If at anytime I leave something out of the target file it is on purpose, do not assume anything.))
Dobbs read the information and nodded. He would take the contract.
He did some leg work that night, and it was all painfuly simple.
First, at each place he visited, he lifted a pass for the news building off a coat in an open news van in the parking lot.
Once in the building, he simply walked in like he owned the place wearing the pass on his suit lappel. He introduced himself as a FCC auditor which shut people up really quick and got him instant cooperation.
It wasn't as if anyone was going to be able to ID him, as he had on a wig, platform shoes, contacts and a fake mole.
Once he had the information about future programing, he left a buisness card and told people he would be in touch, and that if they changed the schedual, their would be trouble...
A few more hours of reading through the material, and he found his target and the time.
His plan was simple. Suppressed 9mm submachinegun from a car in the parking lot before he arrived into the building.
Messy, effective, quiet. For the job he selected a MP-5k with a suppressor. Firing 147 grain subsonic round, hernandez would have 33 holes in him within 3 seconds. The weapon was accurate enough to get head shots with at 50 meters, but the hit would be performed within 4 meters.
Serena woke from her nap feeling rested. Her thoughts ran back to the past few days since she had recieved that envelope. As soon as she had decided to take the case she had traveled to an old contacts house. Someone with alot of political pull and information. Once there she had gleaned all the information she could about her hit. Then she had immediately headed to the states knowing exactly where the man was staying, his likes and dislikes and the time of the press conference that was going to take place. Her plan was simple. She would approach his hotel room as a floozy sent by a local political friend to accompany him as arm candy. She knew the man liked women a great deal. She would then ride with him to the conference. Once there she would wait for the right moment then she would slip out her lipstick as if to apply it then easily blow the dart out the other end in the process.. No one would see the dart until the man dropped to the ground. Of course she would be in complete disguise and would slip away when the crowd whent wild and easily shed her disguise in a nearby alley and continue on her merry way. She smiled at her plan and began to prepare. She dressed in a skimy skirt with a low cut skin tight shirt. She slipped on a blonde wig and blue contacts. She then slipped on some makeup to make her lips appear larger and her nose narrower. Smiling at the completely different person. She then headed downstairs and hailed a taxi directing the man to Isais Hernandez's hotel.