The Hit(men) Just Keep Coming

[ngm_assassin]

It took a bit of scouting to find a rooftop with the right vantage point for the job he was employed for. One Marcelo Alencar da Silva had a big price on his head. Bullseye meant to collect on it. He had been contacted by Assassin Nation after one of the regular stable of killers failed.

The man dressed mostly in red wasn't the first one to have this moniker, but he planned on doing better than his predecessor. He set up his rifle on a rooftop a half mile away from the mark's penthouse apartment. Bullseye sniffed at the hot New York City air as he sighted the killzone. There were very soft metallic clinks beneath his flowing red overcoat.

He had strict instructions to leave the mark's wife unharmed. As she was a mutant, Bullseye figured distance would be the best buffer he could use when he blew da Silva's brains out. It gave him a chance to prepare at worst or the time to disappear at best.

He chambered his specially designed cartridge. Bullseye looked down his telescopic sight and waited. The happy newlywed should show up soon. The assassin had seen the mark's wife pass by the killzone not too long ago.

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[vesper_verde]

That grin did not hearten Vesper one bit. He tried a right cross to knock it off the assassin's face. The motion would also move whatever he was staring at away from him.

As he swung the punch, he yanked forward on the sleeve to try to throw the assassin off-balance.

[ngm_assassin]

He went with the yank on his sleeve. It did put his head in a more dangerous territory, but it would move him into a better position to move in.

The cross connected solidly and rocked his head. Bullseye staggered around as he cut his own sleeve instead of Vesper's hand.

Bullseye growled. His head was spinning, but he had an idea of where the hero was in comparison to him. He launched himself at Vesper.

It wasn't a long distance, but the closeness would allow him just enough reach to shove one of his knives at the vulnerable spot.

[vesper_verde]

He tried to reroute the attack. Vesper knew the assassin saw something. He let go of the sleeve to grab the man's wrist.

He did achieve it, but his next move stopped when he felt a knife plunge into his side.

Vesper screamed in pain. Not that he allowed the assassin to hear it. A silence bubble went up to cover that sound. And to silence the litany of Portuguese cussing he gave.

He put his right hand up by Bullseye's head. He cocked his hand. This time the concussive sonic blast fired.

[ngm_assassin]

Bullseye's laugh of victory was cut short. He knew the knife had slid in. He was going to yank it down and out.

Was, but then someone blew a foghorn right next to his head.

The blast lifted the assassin off his feet and over the edge of the roof.

Maybe retreating this way hadn't been the best of ideas...