Whiskey, On The Rocks

Chapter 3

You get out of the car and shut the door quickly. You look around: you were back downtown. You still have a slight headache from last night, but that would subside when the aspirin kicks in.

You scope your surroundings. There didn't seem to be many people around, but there are still witnesses. You check your notepad and look at the street corner: yeah, you were right. This was the place.

You look around for somewhere to climb. The rooftops seem clear: the man you're targeting, King (his real name was Doug Eddings), the elusive gang leader of a particular group in the name of Five Kings, is stopping in at a club-like place. It's a surprise the place isn't fuller.

You try to create a trajectory from one of the rooftops to the front of the club. You need to kill him in the front. If you miss your shot, you may be heard or even spotted.

You spot one rooftop. It's a little far, but you're sure the building in front of it isn't blocking the entrance of the club.

You climb back into your car and start the engine. You have to park just far enough away to not be suspected, but be able to get to your car quick enough to get away before anyone sees you.

You park down the street in the garage of an empty house, seemingly for rent. The surrounding area is pretty much empty, which is good for you, since it makes it easier to carry around your giant pack.

You sprint as fast as you can to the building you saw. There is no ladder on it, but there is in fact a ladder on the building next to it, which seems to be a little taller than the one you were going to use for your "duty."

You throw the strap over your shoulder and look around before you climb. You've gotten quite good at ladders since your first target; you can now slide down with ease instead of going step-by-step.

You reach the top of the building. Just when you thought it would make a good spot for killing, you notice there is a building right in front of you that just blocks the entrance to the club.

You sigh. There is a slight drop to the building you first chose on your right, but you could easily get back up  if you jump.

You step down onto the platform and bend your knees to lessen the shock on your feet. The hard cement hits you hard anyway.

You walk over to your spot and figure out the best angle. You don't really have much to work with, but you set up your gun anyway.

You check the time: you were perfect. King would supposedly get there in five minutes, which meant you had some time to relax. You pull out your phone.

Hey... It's me. Sorry for last night, I was a little drunk... Thanks for taking me home.

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Sent.

You didn't really know what else to tell Papyrus. First you run into him and he pays for your groceries, then that thing with the guy at the shady phone shop, then Grillby's? You put your head in your hands and sigh. Why did you feel like this?

You check your watch. Perfect: you need to get ready. You only have a small time frame of a few seconds to kill him and one shot to make it count. It has to work.