Target Down - The Ghost Assassin

Confusion

The cheap motel room was as quiet as it could be considering the walls were paper thin and the place attracted every and all kinds of unsavory characters coming and going at all times of the day and night. Some fiddling, punching or just cursing the various half full vending machines loitering the walls outside the rooms after it swallowed their money. Some indulging in elicit activities that caused the walls and beds in the other rooms to shake and vibrate with activity. Others sneaking into their rooms, looking over their shoulders in paranoia as if their faces were plastered on wanted postets being distributed by bulky, tank built bounty hunters.

All in all, it was the right place to stay if you were trying to keep a low as possible profile while still being under a heavy watch of authority.

"Is everything set for tonight?" Hiro inquires of his twin brother.

Milo, the one being spoken to let's the question hang in the air as he rummages around his unkempt bed to make sure that he has everything they need for the evening.

"Uniform, name badges, entrance tags and our shoes have shine. Yes, I believe we are set." Milo finally respondes to his brother's question.

"What about the vile?" Hiro forges on.

"Check. It's in my bag." Milo's answer comes out making him sound bored with all his brothers constant double checking and triple checking.

Hiro rounds his neatly made bed and shadows his brother still sitting and patting down his bed like a cop would be doing on a drug bust suspect.

" Milo! " He grits out in an agitated, whispered yell. "We can't fuck this up. We get one chance and one chance only at bringing this shit down and we haven't spent the last year tracking him down to not do a proper job." His wayward emotions at his brothers nonchalant attitude bringing his hands to grip his hips.

Milo stops his pat down of the bed and takes in his brother's form looming over him and rolls his eyes. " We're set. Relax. Nothing is going to go wrong. It's straight forward. We're in, we nail the son-of-a-bitch and we get out. We have enough of a cover that takes any suspicion away from us, even if we do end up being interviewed."

Hiro rakes his one hand over his face in defeat at the thought of their meticulous plan. " Fine. Let's get ready and head out. "

The twins take their turn using the tiny, gritty bathroom that's attached to the nasty room they've been staying at for the past six months working on an alibi.

Both brothers were handsome by all standards. Their Asian features giving them a smooth, light caramel complextion, deep set, dark chocolate color eyes that matched their almost ebony, soft wavy hair, a straight, almost feminine nose balanced by high cheek bones that points down to their pale pink, perfectly plump lips. Both men were tall, boasting a hight of nearly 6ft3 with the type of broad shoulders that would make any man look twice and snear in jealousy. The only difference bewteen them, besides their characters was the way they wore their pure Asian hair. Milo preferred to keep his hair long and tied back in a samurai bun, while Hiro's serious approache to his appearance had him keeping his short and styled into neatly arranged spikes like he had been continually running his finger through it.

Once they were done in the bathroom they smothered each other with a tattoo concealer in order to hide their heavily inked skin. America was not as harsh on those with ink as was Japan, however, the cover up served them in two ways. One, was that making sure they got the job they needed and the other was making sure they had nothing identifiable to them.

They got dressed in focused silence and exited their room.

The car they drove was plain, simple and unremarkable, just as the meek temperaments they had adopted.

They drove down the bustling and vibrant strip and pulled into the staff parking lot at the casino they were contracted to worked at as event waiters.

Tonight there was a fund raiser for some national defense project. Everyone who had money and a name for themselves was going to be there, including the very mother fucker that had the gall to raid their family home in Japan and killed their mother and father, all in the name of national safety. No-one ever bothered to mention how this arsehole, stalked every family member, illegally tapped their phones, tried to hack into every laptop and pc linked to their name and after not finding anything they could use, they just snuck in and slaughtered the two unsuspecting sleepers and he came back only to be labeled a hero. Not to mention he had nade friends with ine of their own slugs.

The brothers sat for a couple of seconds in the car, gave each other a nod of understanding and then made their way into the casino through the allocated staff entrance doors.

The function seemed to be going well, full attendace, less the only one the brothers were hoping for. Both keeping their eyes on the guests having their invites scanned by the security at the functions entrance. The floor was not only hustled by presumably rich socialites with defence contacts but also a ton of reporters. Some there to get the gossip for their tabloids and see who they can ship with who and some serious reporters wading their way through one name at a time, getting their assistants to record answers to questions asked and camera men to capture the monent for tomorrows headlines.

As the evening faired on in a public success a burly yet dry looking man, who's head seemed to have been as well polished as the sparkling glasses being hung up in the bar, paused shortly after making his way through the security at the entrance, both brothers were ready and waiting to make their move.

Their target had finally stepped foot into their playground.

With hawk eyes they watched him stop to shake hands, indifferent to the people giving him praise for existing, reporters capturing him with varying questions and single, desperate women bumping into him in the hopes he would show an inkling of intetest... Except one.

She was quick, went unnoticed by everyone except the twins.

She was small in stature, her hypnotic colored hair tied elegantly in a loose bun, her shapely figure clad in a neat suite rather than evening ware like the rest of the guests. The twins only got to watch her back as she gracefully bushed passed him before disappearing into the crowd behind him. It was obvious to the twins that she had intended on walking into him, he, however, didn't realise a damn thing. They watched him, as he brought his one hand up and rubbed it but carried on walking as if nothing had happened.

The twins looked at each other not quite sure what to make of what they just saw but chalked it up to a mere coincidence. They needed to stick to their plan.

Now that all the people who were meant to attend the private game had arrived, the allocated waiters were pulled from the floor and were readied to serve the private party.

Making sure that the two of them would wait on their target they filed into the game room to take drink orders. Once by his side Hiro noticed that the man seemed to be paling by the second, beads of sweat waiting to roll down his forehead.

Something was off. Way off.

Checking with each other after every drink that was served they decided to delay their plans until the main course was served.

Only, their target didn't make it until the main course, instead he face palmed his sirloin and convulsed his way to the gound.

"Son-of-a-bitch." Milo whispered to himself at the now dead man laying there making everyone else in the room panic. He looked over to his brother who was looking at him, confusion etched onto his face.