Polaris

Blood

This whole thing was a mess.

Typically when there's a hit out on someone, they usually have a bounty. It depended on how shitty of a person they'd been. Who'd they crossed. But, a handful of times, I've found the bounty was worth more than the hit. The hit having been put out as they had become that much of a pest to whoever had done them wrong. But, even the bounty was chump change and went for the bounty instead. But, nine times out of ten, the hit was worth more than the bounty.

So here I was, hidden up in the rafters, staring down at the target through my scope. Sneaking in had been a sinch, using silent wings to sneak in through a skylight, and staying out of the chandeliers dazzling light was easy enough. Easy money, easy job. Not to mention incredibly low risk with a sky high reward. The money from him alone would be enough to get a small dinner to feed the crew... If I didn't give Jet his cut. I was checking the details of the job, making sure I had the right man when a commotion down on the floor caught my attention.

It looked like Spike and Jet had come in to take the guy's bounty, and were trying to get him to calmly come with them to turn him in. How on Earth they had made it into this little gala was fucking beyond me. To my understanding, neither Spike or Jet had the connections that my target had. Unless Spike was still on good terms with his buddies within the Dragon. However, this wasn't no high ranking bounty. Something I figured would have slipped right under the BeBop's radar... Background info Raven had given me told me the bastard was a politician. Laundering money is what finally got him caught, but the list of charges I had... Even the law would see just outright killing the man would be a mercy. I took a moment to see who had originally sent out the hit, and wasn't surprised to see that it was Jade Crow. I guess the fat cat had gotten a little too cocky, comfortable, and slipped up. He owed not only Jade Crow but several other syndicates blood, money... Why he was sitting comfortably at some gala was beyond me. This was probably a thorn in Quill's side if he put the hit out to all of Black Moon. Just a pest he wanted to be rid of. Most of the time, he'd give me the hit himself, and pay me according to Black Moon's rates... Instead of giving it to me where I'd be paid, he just wanted it done and over with. Or I'd finally bled him dry. My little train of thought was stopped when I heard the sound of guns being drawn. Looking down showed just about every guard in the room had weapons drawn, aimed at Spike and Jet. I could easily blow my cover and take out the target, but getting these idiots out of here alive became top priority.

"Told you we should have enlisted Bub's help." I heard Spike grumble, sharp eyes scanning over the crowd. With a heavy sigh, I looked back down the barrel as I turned my glasses back on. Finding they had a handy scope capability, allowing me to remove any scope I had on my weapons. Which, was such a huge help. Even with Manic making me extra pairs in a myriad of different colors. The ones I used for hits having dark lenses and black frames. Anything to take off the glint my scope would have had. Scanning the floor, I searched for what the best shot would be, to remove the boys immediately out of danger. Deciding on the closest guard behind the duo, I wrestled the earpiece out of its tight pocket, shoved the damned thing into my ear. Pressing a small button to turn it on and connect.

"Don't act like you hear me, I'm above you," I whispered, speaking as quietly as I could without drawing attention to myself. Watching the two slowly get to their feet, hands held at shoulder level, "On my mark the guy behind the two of you is gonna fall. Throw the table up on its side and dive for cover, it's only temporary so find something better."

Down below I could hear yelling as several guards started demanding the duo drop their weapons and kick them over. Taking a steadying breath, I lined up the shot. Straight through the temple, it would practically be instant...