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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[pyroprincess]

"No. You're going to have a doctor look at that and fix it, Marcelo." Stephanie said firmly, trying not to look at that large red spot. He seemed to have a decent command of himself, so she assumed it wasn't imminently fatal.

Seeing it, though, made her side hurt in sympathy. She realized she'd been staring for a moment and then looked away.

I'm not going to cry. Not even a little. He's going to be okay.

[vesper_verde]

If he died from this, Stephanie would kill him. Or something. He frowned slightly. He so did not want to watch himself get stitched up.

Though his wife was staring at the blood-soaked part of his shirt.

"Querida," he said softly, "I'll be fine. I've had worse."

She had even been witness to his worse.

[pyroprincess]

"I know, mi amor." She replied quietly. It was just that she was afraid that this was going to be a near-constant pattern. He'd gone to seek medical aid this time- would he the next? It all made her worry.

But this was reality, she'd known that when she'd married him. No matter what happened, she would never, ever regret that.

[vesper_verde]

He didn't know what to say to make her feel better. His brow furrowed to try to figure something out. His rumination was interrupted by the doctor coming in.

Marcelo was a little hesitant to get up on the exam table, but he clambered up after the young medical professional patted the top. The Brazilian answered questions after he carefully removed his shirt. He studiously looked elsewhere as he his wound was examined and then treated.