Exit Strategy [Psylocke / Raven]
Dec 2, 2012 13:04:05 GMT -5
Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Dec 2, 2012 13:04:05 GMT -5
Another day, another dollar.. or rather another boat load of dollars.
A client had sent him an e-mail requesting he take out someone, a typical scenario, but this one had quite a price tag. The details where vague, which he wasn't a huge fan of, but it was part of the business. They were kind enough to give him a picture and the small notion 'Target may be difficult to exterminate'. Weren't they all though? To most mercenaries though, but Taskmaster was different, even the most difficult marks could get knocked down a peg or two by him without much effort.
It took him a week or so to track her down, and to be safe he shadowed her for a few days on top of that. From general observation.. it was just some woman, no one in particular for him to worry about. The client had no particular requests as to how to take her out.. but it was Tony's personal preference to avoid attention if he could. She'd been in New York for about half a week now.. a city not known for it's secluded areas. He had a number of options, plenty of ways to go about this, but the most difficult one by far was how to get her secluded.
Countless plans bounced around the assassins mind; he could bribe someone to isolate her, take a hostage and use them as leverage to force her into solitude.. good plans in their own right. In the end though, he decided to do a classic. He hadn't done something like this in a long time, such a basic style.. but sometimes going back to your routes was healthy. He waited for her to leave her hotel before scaling the outside and getting in from her fire-escape window. Easy enough for someone like him, now all he had to do was set the stage and play the waiting game. Methodically he went from room to room to remove any and all light bulbs, and check for any hidden weapons the woman may have had for self defense.
After setting the stage properly for the final act, Masters pulled a chair over by the window and sat down. His silhouette shown on the windows behind him, patiently waiting for her to return home for the last time. Part of him felt bad for what he was going to do.. but here he was anyway, it was just business after all.
A client had sent him an e-mail requesting he take out someone, a typical scenario, but this one had quite a price tag. The details where vague, which he wasn't a huge fan of, but it was part of the business. They were kind enough to give him a picture and the small notion 'Target may be difficult to exterminate'. Weren't they all though? To most mercenaries though, but Taskmaster was different, even the most difficult marks could get knocked down a peg or two by him without much effort.
It took him a week or so to track her down, and to be safe he shadowed her for a few days on top of that. From general observation.. it was just some woman, no one in particular for him to worry about. The client had no particular requests as to how to take her out.. but it was Tony's personal preference to avoid attention if he could. She'd been in New York for about half a week now.. a city not known for it's secluded areas. He had a number of options, plenty of ways to go about this, but the most difficult one by far was how to get her secluded.
Countless plans bounced around the assassins mind; he could bribe someone to isolate her, take a hostage and use them as leverage to force her into solitude.. good plans in their own right. In the end though, he decided to do a classic. He hadn't done something like this in a long time, such a basic style.. but sometimes going back to your routes was healthy. He waited for her to leave her hotel before scaling the outside and getting in from her fire-escape window. Easy enough for someone like him, now all he had to do was set the stage and play the waiting game. Methodically he went from room to room to remove any and all light bulbs, and check for any hidden weapons the woman may have had for self defense.
After setting the stage properly for the final act, Masters pulled a chair over by the window and sat down. His silhouette shown on the windows behind him, patiently waiting for her to return home for the last time. Part of him felt bad for what he was going to do.. but here he was anyway, it was just business after all.
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