It was a cool night, breezy here and there, but fairly quiet and calm. There wasn't a cloud in sight for the moment. Forecasts called for heavy rains soon, however. This would be advantageous on a night where stealth was the absolute key. Stealth was always the key. Stealth was the job. He had a duty, take out the target, leave no signs he was ever there. Usually, it was to leave no signs ANYONE was ever there. However, this particular target was a bit more difficult to get to. The job was simple tonight, though. Simple in the fact there was only 1 specific target and it didn't need to look accidental. In fact, the creator on the contract insisted that the more brutal the kill was, the better the message it would send. That message and to why didn't concern Gojinn. He was simply in this for the game. Not the kill so much. That was always therapeutic in a way. No, he was always interested in the chase, the stalking, the plotting... it was a rush. Tonight was no different. The adrenaline pulsed through his veins. His eyes scanned the area. There hadn't been any activity in almost an hour. If there ever was a time to move in, tonight was it. "Let's review."
"Okay... let's see:"
Target: Peter Franks ".... worst name ever."
Height: 5' 11"
Age: 49
Weight: 287 lbs
Usually keeps to the master bedroom at late hours, hovers in the adjoining office throughout the day or spends time in the kitchen. Has visitors in and out throughout the day but nothing after 10 PM. His son, Jim, 26 - stays with him from time to time based on business/travel needs; works for the father as a messenger/liason of sorts.
"Not the least amount of info I've ever gotten, but it's the only thing that matters for this job I guess. Never goes out often enough to need to plan outside of the house..." Gojinn's voice trailed off as he approached the property now. He was perched on the mountainside near the property, and slowly began his descent down the wooded hillside. The house was by no means a mansion, but it was on a patch of old country road and some distance from it's neighbors in either direction. The large expanse of land allowed for a larger than average home to be built. The architect wasted no space.
The house was two floors with very few windows on any given side. Diagrams and blueprints placed the master bedroom at the very center of the house on the second floor. What made the job one for Gojinn, was the difficulty accessing the bedroom, let alone getting into the house. Running a legitimate business is one thing. Running a gang that's chopping cars, pushing drugs, and running sex slavery out of the local ports... well -- that took another breed of man. One that was protected with a lot of guards. Unfortunately that also meant security devices around the building. The dirt road around the edge of the property was two cars wide but fairly narrow. Still, there was no cover from the woods to the house now. The road led to a large grass yard all around the house. Guards rotated around the perimeter of the house once every few minutes. Perhaps that would be enough. The rain would move them indoors, but the few cameras on the corners would prove difficult to beat.
Thunder.
"Why are you dreaming about this?"
"Last time I did jobs for Lu before he turned on me."
The rain was rolling in on schedule. Gojinn slipped out of his black trench coat now. His katana was, per usual, strapped to his back parallel to his spine, his twin Desert Eagle pistols at his hips. Several knives and explosives were strapped to his chest in a heavy leather holder. He painted his own face black, matching his gear to blend in with the night surroundings. He kept low and waited, watching the men scramble in doors and lock the perimeter down. Two men watched the front door beneath the porch roof. Another man stood on the stairwell to the rear entrance, protected himself by yet another small roof. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking the time to himself to releax a bit. The two men on the porch pulled up chairs and leaned against the house, looking out into the darkness, bored. They had done this a thousand times. It was always the same. No one dared come for their boss. That was why he was dead asleep at the moment.
Gojinn moved from the brush at the edge of the woods now, carrying a small duffle bag with him. He set it down roughly twenty feet outside of the brush and reached in, pulling a sub-machine gun, silencer already attached. He continued his low approach now, keeping his eyes locked on the single man at the back door. It would be his best bet as an entry point. He strafed to his left, making sure to watch his step for any trip wires or holes in the yard that would give his position up. He could see his target pacing the back steps slowly, smoking away at his cigarette. Gojinn flung the bag over his shoulder now, pulling the gun to his shoulder via the stock. He slowly takes aim down the sight and crouches, kneeling to steady the shot. The man turns towards him, taking a slow drag.
Lightning flashes.
It's brighter than the sun shining out on a clear day, and it stays lit for more than a few seconds thanks to multiple strikes simultaneously. The man sees Gojinn clear as day, sitting right on the lawn, facing him, aiming right at him. He can see him better than he ever thought he could. But it didn't matter. Thunder struck just a second later, helping to hide the muffled sound of the sub machine gun releasing a few rounds into the man a few dozen yards away. He thrashes in shock and tumbles over the near railing, falling head first into the grass, folding up in an unpleasant manner. If the gun shots hadn't killed him, the fall into his face snapped his neck and did the rest. The storm was covering the assault up well so far, but it would get so much more difficult as he entered the home now.
He slowly crept to the porch, throwing a single dagger through the light and off into the darkness, sticking into the mud in the yard. The only sounds so far were a thud and several small shards of lightbulb raining on the wooden stairs. With the light out now he finished his approach. The thunderstorm undoubtedly covered these up so far. Having reached the door, Gojinn wiped his hair back over his head, clearing his face of rain water to see better. Dripping wet, he would be leaving a trail, so quick movment in and out was vital.
The main bedroom was at the center of the home so as to lock down on all four sides. No windows meant no easy access. The floors were solid titanium reinforcements as were the walls. If he presses the panic switch, the doors all seal as well and NO one was getting in or out, let alone killed. Gojinn preferred to do things the challenging way. Sure, he could portal on in, but without knwing exact layouts and furniture in the room it was dangerous. And who knew if the guy had some kind of magic source in the criminal underworld? Safe. Stealthy. Gojinn pushed the back door open quietly, throwing the submachine gun aside and drawing a knife with one hand, a silenced pistol with the other.
"No- it's something else."
"You obviously know, then. You're me, right?"
The plush carpeting provided the perfect silent approach, but gave away his position exactly at any moment with the trail of soaked, muddy footprints. He needed to move fast. Scrambling, he silently crept through the hall, sensing a target ahead. He stepped past the door that came up to his right and crouched low, waiting for the guard he could hear approaching from behind it. Lightning struck far off, flashing through every window and lighting the hall. The door opened towards Gojinn, who backed up again, seeing the man look down at the footprints. His eyes followed the path down the hall towards the back door, and then quickly scanned back down to his own feet and follow them behind the door. After stepping close enough, Gojinn shot the door back at him, cracking him in the face and sending him stumbling. It timed almost perfectly with another thunder strike that Gojinn was trying to time against the lightning strikes. The closer the storm got, the less time it took for the thunder. At the time, it was roughly four seconds in between. Gojinn stepped in without a wasted motion slashing the mans throat with the knife wielding left hand and pulling the trigger on his right hand, putting a bullet between his eyes.
Gojinn knew enough to toss the knife down immediately, using his now free hand to swipe the pistol from the guards hand before an inadvertant muscle movement pulled the trigger. After all, giving away his position would be bad. The guard dropped, slowed by the catch of Gojinn, who gently lowered him to the ground to continue his undetected advance
After a few final gasps, Gojinn smirked and withdrew the blade, quickly sheathing it and grabbing his other knife and gun he'd dropped in the assault. He turned and continued towards the stairs.
Fucking stairs. No one ever had a steel circular staircase. No. Always old fucking creaky wood.
Gojinn slowly approached and took each stair with the greatest of care, the lightest of pressure. It was almost too easy. As he turned to ascend the small second set of stairs to the second floor, he peered over the top step carefully, looking for any sign of another guard. Not spotting anyone just yet, he eased on and up to the second floor, a full blown crouch now, practically on one knee and dragging it along with him. A sniffle alerted him to his right to a guard emerging from a side room. Three high pitched pops sounded and he fell back, slowly letting himself down, his eyes and mouth opened in shock. Gojinn raised the pistol and popped a final shot in his head - dropping him completely.
The muzzle flash could have been taken for lightning. Screw it, he thought to himself. He moved quickly towards the double doors. That had to be the master bedroom. The blueprints said so, anyway. Without hesitation he moved the handle and pushed through slowly. The lights were all out, and being at the center of the house, there were no windows. He quickly stepped in, shutting the door, attempting to keep any chance of light from entering. His senses were on fire. Something wasn't quite sitting well with him, standing in the targets room now. Not a glimmer of light was anywhere to be found, but Gojinn's enhanced vision as a Vampire kicked in as he entered, as if the room were completely alight.
"Did you find the place alright?", said a man from the opposite side of the room. He pulled the drawstring on a small lamp beside himself, lighting the room up. There was his target, sitting behind a heavy, old, wooden desk. Papers were stacked neatly in piles around the desk, the lamp simply sitting off to the side. Gojinn looked, raising the pistol to him. "You really think it'll be THAT easy? What DID they tell you?", he said, obviously feeling confident. Instinctively, Gojinn's thumb pulled back on the hammer of the handgun. He eyed the man, wondering what he was talking about. "Talk. Fast." Gojinn yelled. Franks stood slowly, a smirk spread on his face, far and wide.
"You're not giving the orders, here. And, furthermore..." His voice trailed off as he reached a single finger under the edge of his desk, pressing a small, hidden button. The doors made a loud 'click', which at first was laughable. The heart sinking part was when titanium doors slammed into place on the inside of the room. Franks stepped towards Gojinn, out from the cover of the desk. "... you won't be leaving, just yet."
Gojinn laughed now, almost annoyed with the man. "Do you know... WHAT... I am? Because sometimes, even I - don't exactly know." Gojinn tilted his head, seeing the face on Franks change to a look of horror... as Gojinn's two fangs slid down as he smiled sadistically at the target. His eyes changed to a liquid flowing mixture of both ice blue and blood red. He raised the silenced barrel just slightly further to lock between the eyes of Peter Franks, a man now quivering in his own slippers. "Whaaaa......whawhawhaaaaa.... WHO ARE YOU?!"
For a moment, Gojinn didn't answer. As before, he wasn't sure. He stared for a minute, his eyes transfixed on the sweat and fear. He could feel his heart racing, see his eyes flickering about, desperate for a way out. But then again, he'd sealed the exits. And that was when Gojinns eyes lit up. He lowered the gun, clicking the hammer back to its resting spot. He tapped the safety back on and holstered the pistol, standing up straight, relaxed.
"What are YOU? You didn't just seal yourself in a safe room WITH a murderer. Especially since you aren't armed." Gojinn crossed his arms as Franks stripped from the oversized silk robe he had been wearing. The man was suddenly much more problematic. He was very in shape, to the point where his muscles had muscles. The terrified look faded and his skin pulsed and bulged. Hair exploded from his skin and he grew in size. His hands turned to massive claws, his legs snapped and contorted wildly. His clothing all but fell to tattered shreds on the ground as his body doubled in mass, the muscles growing even more so. He was a fucking werewolf.
"Oh I'm SO getting paid for more than this." Gojinn muttered as he leapt forward, pulling the tactical knife again. He smashed his left hand to the chest of Were-Franks, drawing back and plunging the knife downwards at him. The Wolf smashed him to the ground viciously with ease. Gojinn rolled and spun up to his feet, leaping back and onto the desk in a single fluid motion. Needing to stay on the attack, he pounced up, landing a single flying kick to the elongated snout of the "boss". Landing at his feet, Gojinn crouched and snapped his right hand quickly into the abdomen of Franks, stabbing the werewolf deep. He withdrew the blade and attempted a second plunge, but was thrown across the room against a bookcase. The shelves imploded on impact, raining wood shelving and books down on him, before the bookcase itself came down atop him.
"Just admit it and you'll stop thinking about it."
"I miss killing."
Peter Franks - werewolf in disguise. Annoying as it was, the wolf stepped towards the buried assassin and threw the bookcase aside with a single flick of the wrist. Gojinn exploded towards the ceiling now, only to be caught by the grasp of Franks. Gojinn reached down and clutched his throat with one hand tight. The long mouth snapped at his face, growling and salivating everywhere. The screaming bark didn't help matters. He could only hold the snapping jaw back so much for so long. This wolf was definitely on steroids from what he could tell in his human form. The strength was off the charts. He could hear banging outside the room, security alerted by the lockdown undoubtedly. By this time they found the bodies. There was almost no way out. After all it WAS a safe room.
"Theee.......adva....ntage...." Gojinn was struggling to speak with one massive claw wrapped around his throat and face, the other squeezing him at his midsection. "...of.....beee....ing......me...." With his free hand, Gojinn found his pistol at his hip and managed to squeeze it out of the grip of the claw. "Wait...." He raised the gun and shot the werewolf several times in the chest, even once in the face. The wolf stumbled, dropping his would be killer to his feet. Gojinn stood straight and aimed again as the wolf recovered and stood to face him, howling with fury. "I'M GONNA EAT YOUR FACE YOU TWERP!" Gojinn laughed, pulling the hammer back. "The advantage of being me is that I'm so FULL of surprises my friend. So let's play!" Franks sprang forth with speed and deadly claws extended towards Gojinn. Things seemed to slow down for him as he rushed forth, pulling an incendiary round from his belt and whipping it at the screaming Were-Franks. The round found its new home: the back of Peter Franks throat. Gojinn dropped, sliding underneath the wolf as it dived to tackle him. Flying over, Franks crashed, rolled, and leapt back to his feet, choking on the round, reaching to his own throat.
Gojinn waved his arm, smashing the book case against him, knocking him to the ground. He waved to his own side and a portal opened. "You're less fun than I was hoping. I'm gonna go get paid now. Bye."
With that Gojinn raised the pistol and pulled the trigger at Franks, aiming for his face and throat. The rounds wouldn't kill him, but the round that hit the incendiary? Gojinn leapt through the portal as Franks neck and head exploded inside his own trap. Crashing to the grass, Gojinn landed outside in the storm again, relieved that he managed to survive the encounter he hadn't planned for. But now he stared up at the clouds, the rain pelting down on him.
"There's that. You miss the thrill. The hunt. The EASE,"
"The fight."
Gojinn sat up from the sloppy grass and mud. His eyes slowly cleared, turning to his usual icey blue. His fangs retracted. He smiled. The job was done. He reached for his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice, before Gojinn hung up. He'd made the signal. He would get a call back hours later with a meeting time and place to be paid. He would visit Lu himself soon about the Werewolf bonus he was going to demand.
