The new employer paced back and forth in his office, his eyes glued to the surveillance footage of Hammer and Glass. He had hired Storm, one of the most ruthless assassins in the business, to take them out, but he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake.
Storm had been given specific instructions to take out Hammer and Glass quietly, without any collateral damage. But the footage showed a different story.
Buildings were exploding, cars were flipping over, and people were running for their lives. It was chaos.
The new employer knew he had to act fast. He couldn't risk the police getting involved, or worse, Hammer and Glass finding out about his involvement.
He picked up the phone and dialed Storm's number. After a few rings, Storm answered.
"What's the status?" the new employer asked.
"They're proving to be more difficult than I anticipated," Storm replied. "But don't worry, I'll get the job done."
"You better," the new employer said, his voice stern. "I'm counting on you."
He hung up the phone and rubbed his temples, trying to think of his next move.
Meanwhile, Hammer and Glass were on edge. They knew someone was after them, but they couldn't figure out who.
They had been holed up in a small motel room for days, watching their backs and waiting for the inevitable attack.
Glass was pacing back and forth, her gun at the ready, when she heard a loud bang. She dove behind the bed as a bullet whizzed past her head, shattering the window behind her.
Hammer was already on his feet, his gun in his hand. "We've got company," he said, his voice cold.
They both knew what they had to do. They grabbed their bags and headed for the door, their guns at the ready.
As they burst out into the hallway, they saw Storm at the other end, his gun pointed directly at them.
"Looks like we've got a little showdown on our hands," Hammer said, a wicked grin on his face.
Glass just nodded, her eyes narrowed in determination. They were ready for whatever Storm could throw at them.
Storm stood at the other end of the hallway, his gun steady in his hand. He was a force to be reckoned with, and Hammer and Glass knew that they were in for a tough fight.
"You two really think you can take me on?" Storm said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I've taken out more people than I can count. You're just another job to me."
Hammer and Glass didn't say a word. They just stood there, their guns pointed at Storm, waiting for him to make a move.
Suddenly, Storm lunged forward, firing his gun wildly. Hammer and Glass dove for cover, bullets whizzing past them.
The fight was on. Hammer and Glass returned fire, their shots hitting their target with deadly accuracy. But Storm was fast, and he knew how to take cover.
The three of them continued to exchange shots, the sound of gunfire echoing through the hallway. Glass took a hit in the shoulder, but she didn't let it slow her down.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the gunfire stopped. The smoke cleared, and Hammer and Glass emerged victorious.
Storm lay on the ground, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. Hammer and Glass approached him slowly, their guns still drawn.
"Who hired you?" Hammer demanded.
Storm just laughed, a coughing, wheezing sound. "You think I'm gonna tell you?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Glass kicked him in the ribs, eliciting a cry of pain. "Tell us, or we'll make sure you suffer," she said, her eyes cold and unyielding.
Storm knew he was defeated. He took a deep breath and spat out a name.
"Thomas," he said. "Thomas L. Jame."
Hammer and Glass looked at each other in shock. Thomas L. Jame was the man who had hired them in the first place.
"Why would he want us dead?" Glass asked.
Storm just laughed, a hollow sound. "I don't know, and I don't care. I'm just the hired gun."
Hammer and Glass left Storm lying on the ground and made their way to their car. They knew they had to find Thomas and get some answers.
As they drove through the city, Hammer couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. He checked the rearview mirror, but he couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, a shot rang out, shattering the back window. Glass ducked down as Hammer swerved the car to avoid another shot.
"We have to get out of here," Hammer said, his voice tense.
They drove through the streets, trying to lose whoever was following them. Finally, they reached a dead end.
"We're trapped," Glass said, her voice shaking.
Hammer knew they had to act fast. He got out of the car, gun in hand, and scanned the area. He saw movement in the shadows, and he fired.
There was a cry of pain, and then silence.
Hammer and Glass waited, their hearts pounding. Finally, they heard footsteps approaching. They raised their guns, ready to fire.
But it wasn't an enemy. It was Malk, the man who had introduced them to Thomas L. Jame.
"Are you guys okay?" Malk asked.
Hammer and Glass lowered their guns, relieved. Malk explained that he had been following them, trying to keep them safe. He had been suspicious of Thomas for a while, and he knew that he was up to something.
"I think Thomas is involved in some kind of illegal operation," Malk said. "And I think he's trying to cover his tracks by getting rid of anyone who knows too much."
Hammer and Glass looked at each other, knowing what they had to do. They had to find Thomas and bring him to justice.
But first, they had to make sure they were ready for whatever lay ahead. They had survived the attack, but they knew it was only the beginning of a long and dangerous journey.
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*reader discretion advised* A Band of Misfits
General Fiction*Reader discretion advised* This is a work of pure fiction any events or people involved are purely coincidence Heros don't always win.
