Elysium (closed)

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NYC, present day

"Report."

From the tall building, half a block away from her target, Nicole Mason watched him through a pair of powerful binoculars. All seemed well today. He had court earlier this morning and was now getting out... heading to lunch probably. It was Tuesday so that meant he was heading to Momma's Bakery on State and 35th.

It irked Nicole that he was so damn predictable. Mondays was The Roast, Tuesdays was Momma's, Wednesdays he ordered lunch in at the office, Thursdays was again, Momma's, and Fridays he left for home.

So fucking predictable.

"Same ol', same ol'." She said as the mic from the blue-tooth transmitted her communication to her partner. "Are you sure the threats were real? I mean, this guy..."

This guy she was watching, one of the city's up and coming criminal lawyers seemed to be the latest target of a hit. A hit that Nicole and her people were still trying to figure out. And right now, it was her job to protect him.

Even though she knew his name, she had aptly named him Hot Shot.

"He's moving."

'No shit, Sherlock' Nicole thought as she quickly packed up and stored her gear. She didn't rush because there was another agent following him closely on the ground. She would be taking over at the bakery/deli. In her defense, he had made her like that place. They had donuts in the morning and great sandwiches in the afternoon.

Thanks a lot, Hot Shot... she thought to herself as she headed down stairs. Nicole would take over from here and protect him for the rest of the day...

 

[BeachBum25]

Trevor Ball had always been the best at what he did. Growing up, he was the smartest in school...he was the star football player and baseball player in high school..... he had full athletic and academic scholarship offers to go to just about any college he wanted.

He went a different way, though. He disappointed his parents, and shocked the entire community when he enlisted in Navy. He didn't care. It was what he wanted. He wanted to serve his country and h on or those who had served before him.

Right from the start he was the shining star. Throughout boot camp he was routinely the top achiever. In each faze of training, he excelled. When it came to marksmanship, he was second to none. Despite having never fired any type of weapon prior to his enlistment, it came naturally to Trevor.

The first several years of his service were uneventful. In fact, Trevor found himself to be quite bored. He was in need of a challenge. He found that challenge when he applied to be a SEAL. He breezed through the training, and was quickly identified as someone who could be relied on to get any job that was assigned to him completed exactly as planned.

After several years as a SEAL and participating in numerous covert missions, Trevor decided it was time to move on. When his time was up, he left the Navy and returned home. When he got home, however, he found out that he was not welcome. His parents were disappointed in him. His mother called him a "warmonger." The community did not embrace him....he had been a hope for the community to receive positive press from his exploits, which never came about.

Trevor moved to the city and worked some odd jobs as he planned to enroll in some college courses. Trevor had a hard time keeping a job though. It seemed that there were not many jobs for ex-military...none that paid anything decent anyway. He met a neighbor in his apartment building who told him he could get him some work if he didn't mind getting his hands dirty. Trevor agreed. He soon found out that the work was somewhat illegal. He also found out that his military training made him very good at it. He also found out that the work he was doing was for the city's largest crime syndicate, and that he was quickly making a name for himself.

Steadily, Trevor moved up in the syndicate. When the higher-ups found out about his military training, he got more and more challenging tasks. As usual, he was successful. He was invited to dinner at a fancy restaurant at the top of the tallest building in the city. At the dinner, Trevor was asked how far he would like to go in the organization. Trevor's response was, "as high as possible." At that dinner, he was given the assignment that could push his position to new heights, or end up with him in prison for the rest of his life.

 

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It all happened so fast. Nicole had about 2 more floors to go when she heard the commotion through her earpiece. Her partner was yelling something, the crowd from the street were in chaos... several loud crashes were heard as she literally jumped down the stairs, taking 3 at a time.

When she got out side, her eyes adjusted to the brightness. She looked down the street to where the crowds were running from. Cursing under her breath, she ran against the crowd as she yelled out for some sort of report from anyone that could hear her... There was nothing. Nothing from anyone and basically, nothing she could do for Hot Shot... From what she could see, he was laying on the ground, a puddling of blood seeping from a hole in the side of his head... Shit!

Stopping in her tracks, Nicole looked upward. In her mind, she calculated Hot Shot's height and the direction he was walking. Yeah, she couldn't estimate what angle the shot was but she could use the direction of the shot. Whipping around, she studied the buildings...the windows, the roof tops and it was when something...something about which building to go toward. Pushing through the crowd once more, she spoke into her mic, "I think I have a visual...I'm going after them."

 

[BeachBum25]

It had only taken Trevor two weeks to realize that the subject of his "mission" would be an easy target. This guy never varied his routine. Trevor wondered if this guy knew he was in danger. If he did, he was really stupid.

Trevor laid out a plan. It was not a difficult one, but he needed to have some type of diversion that would have the police focusing on something other than where the actual gunshot came from.

He rounded up a few lower level associates of the syndicate and he paid them each $500 to go to the rooftops of several buildings and set off some firecrackers on his command. After setting off the firecrackers they were to hang out there for a few minutes and make sure that when people on the street looked up, especially the police, they would be seen.

Even if the police would catch them, the evidence would show they could not have done it, because Trevor had found a vacant office on the third floor of a building and had made all of his preparations. This was going to be easy, and nobody would know he was involved.

After taking the shot, he broke down the weapon and put it into his backpack. After going out a rear entrance to the building, he went to an apartment building down the street that he had scoped out. Trevor went into the basement to the furnace and dumped the entire backpack into the furnace. The heat would take care of the weapon.

Trevor went out onto the street and walked over to the police line that had been established. He watched the police scrambling. Then, he saw a female who was not in uniform, but obviously was a cop. She was actually pretty hot, he thought. She was yelling into her Bluetooth. Then, she took off toward one of the buildings. His diversion had worked. The guys on the roof had been seen and they would take away from the actual building where the shot actually came from. Trevor decided to wait around to see if the hot cop returned.

 

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"What the hell happened out there Mason?!"

Nicole knew this was all coming. Of course the captain would be pissed. Hell, he wasn't as pissed as Nicole was with herself for letting this happened. She had gotten too lax with the routine the damn Hot Shot had set for himself. That and the lack of threats, information and actions against him.

But there was also the fact that the shooter was on the loose. And if he could get to the person Nicole was supposed to protect and then disappear like that, it meant he was good...

After getting her ass chewed out by the boss, Nicole made her way out to her car. She needed to get home and get some rest. At least, that's what she had been ordered to do. But she knew she couldn't. She was going to go home but had plans to collect herself and think about what happened today...

 

[BeachBum25]

Trevor stood around and watched the police work. He was hoping the hot cop would return because it would add a little excitement to the day, because watching the crime scene people work was boring.

The only thing he was interested in was how long it would take the police to figure out the angle of the shot. Trevor knew that wouldn't happen out here. It would happen on the autopsy table.

That wouldn't matter though. It was too late for them to find anything. The security cameras had been disabled the night before in the building the shot originated from. So, as far as the police were concerned, the shot was fired by a ghost.

He left when it appeared the hot cop was not coming back to the scene. He made his way back to his place and waited around there for a while. Trevor was excited, because he was about to receive a big payday. He was going to get it at dinner that night with the boss.

 

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