Assassination 2136

Chapter 2: To Blend with the Crowd

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It's not very crowded on the train at 4:00am in the morning. It's also not very hard core to catch public transport after assassinating someone.

After I had taken my shot, I hauled ass off the roof, barreling down the stair case. I had tucked my rifle away, folding it up and hiding it within the folds of my trench coat. As I had planned, I made it out of the building and onto the subway before the next guard even showed up to their shift at the skyscraper.

The seats were sticky, a combination of sweat, alcohol and god knows what else staining the blue material. Screws and metal were visibly rustled and worn, the result of little care and concern for many years. I was left relatively alone on the subway normally, people usually don't mess with a six foot woman with a persistent scowl on her face.

But today was different. Across from me was a small girl and her mother. The woman was paying me no attention, eyes glued to the glowing screen in front of her. She was fixated on it, as if it held the secret to the purpose of life. If there even is one, that is. Her daughter, on the other hand, was staring at me in transfixed fascination. Her eyes were wide as she took me in.

I couldn't blame her, I must be an interesting sight at this time of day. I had on black leather baggy pants, drawn in at the waist with a thick red belt. I had a matching black turtleneck skivy that was tucked in, with a large trenchcoat thrown over the top of my get up. The trench coat bulged where I had concealed the folded up weapon, and it was apparent to anyone with a keen eye I was concealing a firearm. Yet, I had never been caught, not in the five years I had been doing this gig. Assassin's are considered an essential service these days, and usually left alone by law enforcement unless we totally fuck up.

The girl was still staring at me, eyes never wavering. I met her gaze steadily, not wanting to back down. But she just.... Stared..... I looked away. I leant back in the seat, arms folded over my chest and eyebrows raised. My eyes scanned the train carriage, looking everywhere to avoid eye contact with the small gremlin child. Every other seat was empty, she had to sit in this one directly in front of me.

The train hurtled through the underground tunnels, the squeaking and groaning growing louder as it hurried along the tracks. Lights flashed across the window, flickering in the darkness as the train tossed and turned around corners. It was cold and damp, and although I had to share the space with strangers public transport was effective.

I lifted my gaze back to the little girl in front of me. She was still looking at me, little emotion displayed on her face. Kids truly are ballsy. She had long black pants on, and a frilly pink skirt. Her hair was done into two pigtails, their ringlets hanging like coils on her shoulders.

On the girl's lap was a book. "History of L.A," was scrawled on the front, and she had the book open to a part around the middle. She should be reading that, I thought. Rather than watching me. I remember reading it myself when I was in school. Even back then I knew it was a pile of Government propaganda crap.