The assassin parked the car, took a look in the mirror, and liked the reflection.
The mark was in the frat house, and they had a party going on. It was perfect. Lots of people, lots of noise, everyone off in a secluded room…and drugs. Lots of drugs. Nobody was going to be able to have a really clear memory of the assassin even if they got a good look, and nobody was really going to call the cops all that fast with the amount of blow, weed and speed around.
The walk up the frat house was loud. The music was playing, the freshmen girls were acting crazy and the senior guys were loving it.
The assassin thought “Ah…to be young again…” but those days were in the past. Not that far, but still, in the past.
Entry into the house was easy with the universal key, 2 12 packs of Bud Light & a bottle of Patron Silver, half of it splashed on the Track Team jacket the assassin lifted yesterday from the gym. A baseball cap pulled low over the face, the smell of tequila and 24 cans of beer was all that was necessary for acceptance.
Pats on the back for bringing in the booze, a few thank & an ass grab from someone later, and the assassin was in like Flynn…
The target was present. The target was also lit nicely, and was toking on a bong with friends. It looked like the target & it’s significant other were getting close, and people were watching appreciatively as they got hot and heavy…then someone sprayed them with a beer.
They laughed it off, then whispered to each other, presumably about leaving for a private place to fuck. The woman was licking her lips, chewing on them fetchingly and the guy was playing with her nipple as he whispered in her ear. She got a pissed expression on her face, then leaned in and bit him on the ear, rose up and began walking across the room to the stairs.
Upstairs she went, and her guy followed.
The assassin hoped they would leave so the hit could be when the target was alone…but going upstairs was within the plan. Sipping on the beer, the assassin waited a few minutes, then began making toward the stairs. Small talk ensued with a few people, and a few more ass grabs occurred, but progress toward upstairs stairs was made.
Upon arriving, knowing the room that was in use was easy. It was the only one with the Victoria’s Secret thong on the door knob.
This was it.
The door was locked, but that didn’t matter. It was a piece of shit lock, more for privacy than security. A wire & 10 seconds, and it was open.
Slowly the assassin made into the room. The couple was on the bed having sex.
Hell, with that, they were fucking. Hard. He was on top of her pounding her hard and she was obviously loving the shit out of it. They weren’t speaking, they were grunting and grabbing and thrusting and thrashing…and they didn’t notice the interloper or the PPK .32ACP with the suppressor in the assassin’s hand.
Looking around for a moment, the assassin saw the target’s laptop. Jackpot. Time to close it out.
Pity, but thems the breaks.
The assassin walked over to the bed and shot the young man in the head with a contact shot. The suppressor muffled the sound, and his scalp took the volume down even further. The young woman, disturbed from her most excellent fuck, opened her eyes to see a black shape above her face and then saw nothing ever again after the brief flash.
It sucked to do this job, but the money was right, the risk was minimal…and people should be more careful about who they cross.
After all, if you cross the wrong person, things could happen. Bad things. Like…a suppressed .32ACP round induced brain hemorrhage.
Working quickly, the laptop was accessed and a spare hard drive plugged into it’s port. The files were transferred and then, the laptop was commanded to reformat itself.
The couple on the bed was covered, and a dark pillow was put over their heads.
For a brief glance, it would serve. If someone came in to shake them they would know in an instant…but even then, nobody’s calling the cops in this frat all that fast.
Blow, weed & speed abounded in this place, and that would need to be addressed before anyone went to the cops.
Leaving the room and closing the door, the thong remained. The assassin went downstairs and drifted around the room for a bit more, then left alone, leaving behind a few hits of ecstasy with a 5’10” brunette with grey eyes, shorts, tight t-shirt and cowgirl boots for her to share with friends.
Sewing confusion in the form of drugs & sex, the assassin left, the mission complete.
The client would be pleased…
__________________________________________
And thus, the setting for an online RPG.
What was on the laptop...maybe you aught to investigate.
Why was the couple killed? Which of them was the mark, and which was just collateral damage? Were they both a message?
Was it organized crime?
Was it a corporation looking to keep secrets?
Was it deeper than that?
Who's looking into it? Campus Police - surely, you jest!
But who?
Local Police?
State Police?
A Federal Law Enforcement Agency?
Someone in inteligence?
Corporate security?
Or a combination of them...
Is the person or people who ordered the hit the same as the ones looking into the killing?
Maybe some teachers or students would like to know what happened?
Modern universities have many people on them who could uncover the truth.
A-stan/Iraq war vets who spent time in SF/Intel units...cops taking or teaching classes...Teachers who long ago served their country in the dark days of the cold war as spies in Europe (Well, not officially, as the Resume says "State Department")...
And let us not forget the wealthy, well connected and smart students who may simply apply the formidable talents they posess to asking "What Happened & Why?" and ask Mon & Dad to help...
If you'd like to jump in, please post who your character is...
And who they appear to be.
The mark was in the frat house, and they had a party going on. It was perfect. Lots of people, lots of noise, everyone off in a secluded room…and drugs. Lots of drugs. Nobody was going to be able to have a really clear memory of the assassin even if they got a good look, and nobody was really going to call the cops all that fast with the amount of blow, weed and speed around.
The walk up the frat house was loud. The music was playing, the freshmen girls were acting crazy and the senior guys were loving it.
The assassin thought “Ah…to be young again…” but those days were in the past. Not that far, but still, in the past.
Entry into the house was easy with the universal key, 2 12 packs of Bud Light & a bottle of Patron Silver, half of it splashed on the Track Team jacket the assassin lifted yesterday from the gym. A baseball cap pulled low over the face, the smell of tequila and 24 cans of beer was all that was necessary for acceptance.
Pats on the back for bringing in the booze, a few thank & an ass grab from someone later, and the assassin was in like Flynn…
The target was present. The target was also lit nicely, and was toking on a bong with friends. It looked like the target & it’s significant other were getting close, and people were watching appreciatively as they got hot and heavy…then someone sprayed them with a beer.
They laughed it off, then whispered to each other, presumably about leaving for a private place to fuck. The woman was licking her lips, chewing on them fetchingly and the guy was playing with her nipple as he whispered in her ear. She got a pissed expression on her face, then leaned in and bit him on the ear, rose up and began walking across the room to the stairs.
Upstairs she went, and her guy followed.
The assassin hoped they would leave so the hit could be when the target was alone…but going upstairs was within the plan. Sipping on the beer, the assassin waited a few minutes, then began making toward the stairs. Small talk ensued with a few people, and a few more ass grabs occurred, but progress toward upstairs stairs was made.
Upon arriving, knowing the room that was in use was easy. It was the only one with the Victoria’s Secret thong on the door knob.
This was it.
The door was locked, but that didn’t matter. It was a piece of shit lock, more for privacy than security. A wire & 10 seconds, and it was open.
Slowly the assassin made into the room. The couple was on the bed having sex.
Hell, with that, they were fucking. Hard. He was on top of her pounding her hard and she was obviously loving the shit out of it. They weren’t speaking, they were grunting and grabbing and thrusting and thrashing…and they didn’t notice the interloper or the PPK .32ACP with the suppressor in the assassin’s hand.
Looking around for a moment, the assassin saw the target’s laptop. Jackpot. Time to close it out.
Pity, but thems the breaks.
The assassin walked over to the bed and shot the young man in the head with a contact shot. The suppressor muffled the sound, and his scalp took the volume down even further. The young woman, disturbed from her most excellent fuck, opened her eyes to see a black shape above her face and then saw nothing ever again after the brief flash.
It sucked to do this job, but the money was right, the risk was minimal…and people should be more careful about who they cross.
After all, if you cross the wrong person, things could happen. Bad things. Like…a suppressed .32ACP round induced brain hemorrhage.
Working quickly, the laptop was accessed and a spare hard drive plugged into it’s port. The files were transferred and then, the laptop was commanded to reformat itself.
The couple on the bed was covered, and a dark pillow was put over their heads.
For a brief glance, it would serve. If someone came in to shake them they would know in an instant…but even then, nobody’s calling the cops in this frat all that fast.
Blow, weed & speed abounded in this place, and that would need to be addressed before anyone went to the cops.
Leaving the room and closing the door, the thong remained. The assassin went downstairs and drifted around the room for a bit more, then left alone, leaving behind a few hits of ecstasy with a 5’10” brunette with grey eyes, shorts, tight t-shirt and cowgirl boots for her to share with friends.
Sewing confusion in the form of drugs & sex, the assassin left, the mission complete.
The client would be pleased…
__________________________________________
And thus, the setting for an online RPG.
What was on the laptop...maybe you aught to investigate.
Why was the couple killed? Which of them was the mark, and which was just collateral damage? Were they both a message?
Was it organized crime?
Was it a corporation looking to keep secrets?
Was it deeper than that?
Who's looking into it? Campus Police - surely, you jest!
But who?
Local Police?
State Police?
A Federal Law Enforcement Agency?
Someone in inteligence?
Corporate security?
Or a combination of them...
Is the person or people who ordered the hit the same as the ones looking into the killing?
Maybe some teachers or students would like to know what happened?
Modern universities have many people on them who could uncover the truth.
A-stan/Iraq war vets who spent time in SF/Intel units...cops taking or teaching classes...Teachers who long ago served their country in the dark days of the cold war as spies in Europe (Well, not officially, as the Resume says "State Department")...
And let us not forget the wealthy, well connected and smart students who may simply apply the formidable talents they posess to asking "What Happened & Why?" and ask Mon & Dad to help...
If you'd like to jump in, please post who your character is...
And who they appear to be.
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