BLOOD - Season 1

Episode 2

"You know, I've been watching that apartment a while now and I haven't seen any movements are you sure that's the right one?", the man spoke on the phone as he watched from his abandoned apartment window, sniper rifle armed and ready,
"Yes it's the right one, it's the exact location, fourth floor, third window from the entrance door"

"Just so you know, if in anyway the target is incorrect... No refunds, you hear me?(click)" he ended the call, pissed off that a week has passed and his target has not been seen yet. He could have done the recon himself but the client insisted... Now he's a week behind, he had to cancel alot of requests which irked him to the bone, he can't cancel either, he never cancels a job and now he wishes that rule didn't exist.

Watching the apartment, he finally saw movement downstairs, his target! Watching the photo and taking some pictures himself to confirm, he waited.
Positioning himself behind one of his favorite weapons he waited, holding and releasing his breath slowly, his aim, deadshot to the middle of the eyes. Watching through the scope his target made an appearance by the window and so a life has ended by the pull of his trigger.

Speed, speed is what he has and does whenever he snipes, dismantling his gun and putting it in his bag, the spent shell casing in hand and anything that may seem as if someone was there he erased. He's silent as he left the abandoned apartment and went to the one he rented two floors up for two weeks to cover his tracks.
Resting his bag down he sent the message 'Terminated, pleasure doing business 💋' his signature mark whenever he completes a job.
Removing the sim, destroying that and the burner phone, he organized for his leave tomorrow. The two week contract will be up by noon, but he wouldn't be staying there past 8am.

Park Jimin, known as 'jackfrost', code name 'WhiteShadow' assassin for hire! His life has been in luxury ever since he was placed on the dark web, he never accepts jobs below half a million and he always request details before he accepts. If he's feeling 'peckish' he would put himself up for bid and for the highest bidder he would take the job no questions asked.

It is now 11pm and he is fully packed, ready to leave in the morning. His laptop which rested on the not so sturdy coffee table was awakened by a message, then another, then another. Sitting on the floor with one knee up for his hand to rest on, he watched all the requests come in, obviously he cannot take another job in the same city twice and so close, any of those would have to wait or, just fan them off to someone else.
He's selective, observing every request and going with his gut feeling. If the money's right or if the kills right or even better if both are perfect.

Jimin thought he had seen it all and quite possibly heard it all too, until that was one day an officer of the law approached him for a kill and the man seemed scared for his life at that time, he was willing to spend his entire savings just to feel at peace. That's when it hit Jimin, that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. His mindset now opened to the fact that not only higher-ups would want his services but those who were struggling would want that too!
Jimin loved the states but he loves his home country more, he only moved here because 90% of his jobs are in the states and it was a hassle back and forth with different reasons for his travel.

Selecting his next target, he shuts down his laptop and packed it away with the rest of his items.
It's time to nap, a well trained assassin never sleeps as they are most vulnerable then and whenever he wakes, he will leave. With a gun on his waist and two knives on the floor by his couch, he lays on his back and closes his eyes.

5am on the nose, his eyes opens like clockwork, pulling his personal phone out he called his security and butler to arrive for him in the next hour, everyone who is working on his dollar is under the impression that he is a born billionaire, parents long passed away, left him the fortune and he is just living life as how he sees fit, oh how wrong they were but it is a great cover for him. Jimin is aiming to be the number one assassin and currently he is number three on the list, he still has a slight dilemma, should he terminate one of his friends to advance on the list or just do it on merit alone, his friend Kim Seokjin is presently number two on the list and he got there by not only multiple jobs and recommendations but he also snuffed out one of their competitors.
Seokjin means business when it comes to a job and if it fails everyone involved gets a piece of his action, so he never fails. He has struck fear in the dark community and is known as the 'Gundam', however, his code name 'PinkPanther'.

Jimin has neglected his friendship for a while because of the contracted job he just completed, there is twenty minutes left before his ride reach so he decided to shoot a message to the panther himself,

Hey!

Hey? After two weeks, hey?

Was on a job, cut me some slack

I'll cut your balls that's what I'll do

Don't be like that

I'm so fucking pissed right now I swear to god Shadow

What happened?

Someone got to my target first, was it you short stack?

Woah woah woah, I'm in Jersey

And I'm in New York

Right!

You're slick twinkle toes, I know you move fast.

It wasn't me, I swear on my Remington!

So who the fuck stole my target!

"Shit, he's pissed. Checking him later is definitely off the table", Jimin said to himself as he pondered on what to type next so he wouldn't get blown out,

Look, I'm sure there's cameras you could hack

My target was found in an alleyway

Oh shit!

That's what I said!

Did you find how many bullet holes?

No, it was a stabbing

We don't stab Panther

Fuck!

You got a rouge on your hands

Son of a bitch! Look, message me when you're home I'll stop by.

"Good God, this would be a long ass day"

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"Great", was the last of Jimins words when he heard the buzzer to his apartment, the buzzer for entry. Watching from his window he saw the black Lincoln continental and it's two escorts, buzzing them in, he grabbed his bag with his disassembled gun, laptop and phone. Putting the broken burner phone and destroyed sim in the garbage, tieing it and looking through the apartment one last time, he waited for them to come and take his stuff.
Throwing the bag in the dumpster at the side of the building and setting a timer on his hand made fire device, he threw it in as well. Within an hour that dumpster would be ablaze and him long gone!