The Last Assassin

Chapter 6: Rough Encounter

  As I walked through crowds of people, I wondered how I would get my name unknown again. Assassins were trained to be anonymous, but here I am, with my face plastered everywhere. I remembered when my family was in a poor state, and my brother, sister, and I would pick pocket others for money. We were in a rough time, and it seemed like the rough past was going to catch up to me. People kept pushing past me, and it was annoying me. Everytime someone bumped into me, I slipped my hand in their pocket, and took their money. I felt low for stealing from them, but I needed the money. Not only to get my face off the tron, but to eat.

  I was starving. I held my stomach, but I couldn't eat. No one would serve me like this. I had aroun 60 dollars by the time the crowds died down, and barely anyone was on the sidewalk. I saw a newstand with my face on newspapers. I pulled my hood off, hid everything. I walked over, and asked the stand owner to get rid of the papers. He looked at me with his eyebrow raised, "Son, I can't just take the papers off the stand. At least, not for free... but you seem like you still get money from your mom and da--" I dropped almost all my money onto the counter, and looked at it. He slid the money towards him, looked around, then pulled the newspapers out of the bin, leaving it completely empty. "Pleasure doing business with you." I nodded, and walked away, before anyone could see an image of me, and match up my appearance. I looked at the tron again, and realized I wouldn't have enough money to get my face off. I sighed, and thought about the only thing I could do.

  I climbed up to the roof of a building on the other side of the street, and jumped until I was right above the tron. I pulled out my hidden blade, and hoped this would work. I used my blade to unscrew a few important bolts, took a deep breath, and prayed. "Let this work, and don't anyone get seriously hurt..." I shot the hinges, and heard the creaking. I kept shooting, until the tron was ready to come off. I looked at the last few hinges, but they broke off with a few pieces of the wall as it fell. I ran across rooftops until I was across the street. I heard screaming, and people running from the falling tron. I was across from it, and I was investigating.

  No one was hurt, thankfully, and the tron was destroyed. I saw cops rolling in, but this time their cars were different. Following the cops, there were armored vans, and trucks. I backed away a little, but only enough so I could still see over the edge. I saw several armored cops come out, and the armor looked weird. It was metallic, yet light. Each suit had a unique symbol on it, and I wondered what they meant. I saw the female cop from earlier talk to one of the armored cops. I used my eagle sense to listen in on their conversation. "--ere appears to be no casualties, but there's no way that the tron decided to give in like that."

"Do you think your men can find the reason for this?"

"We're trained professionals, ma'am. My men can do this. Florida! Georgia! Front and Center!" Two of the armored cops ran over, and stood in front of the apparent C.O. "I want you two to go up there, and figure out what happened." With a "Yes, sir!" the two saluted, and shot straight into the air with thruster packs. They went up to the rooftops, and they scanned the entire area. One of them looked up, and saw me. I think. I didn't have time to check, because when his head came up, I quickly ran for cover behing a roof door. They both went down, and they gave the report. I used my eagle vision again, and listened in.

  "My men say that two of the hinges were unscrewed with a blade, but knife-like and modified into a gauntlent, and most were shot with a silenced pistol. The remaining few broke from the weight of the tron and crashed down."

"A blade, and silenced pistol. That rules out a simple rust flaw, or maintenance malfunction."

"Ma'am, would you have any idea who would possess a blade like that?" 

"Actually, yes. Yesterday, a young boy, who had the exact gauntlet knife contraption, killed several men by a street carnival nearby." They were onto me, but not the Templars. I found a little unfair. I ran across the rooftops, and got away from the scene before they got a chance to find me. I slipped, and broke a few shingles, and somehow they heard me. Their armor must've given them super hearing. "There he is sir!" The female cop, and C.O. looked at me, and the C.O. shouted, "Florida, Georgia! Get that son-of-a-bitch!" The two cops used their thruster packs to fly up, and get to the rooftops with me. The one behind me laughed, and told me, "Kid, you are in a whole lot of trouble." The other cracked is neck, and grinned. "I hope you like eating through a straw." They both came at me, and I thought of one thing. The Arena. I ducked below both of them, then they stopped from hitting each other. I stood up, and smacked their heads together. They held their heads, and I quickly kneed one in the stomach, one of the few places not in armor, and threw him into the other cop. I ran across the rooftops, and the two came after me still.

  One flew above me, and landed in front, thinking he had me. I slid under him, and I punched him in the crotch region, causing him to groan in pain, and the other cop crashed into him. I laughed, but they both still kept coming. I stopped before I fell off, and looked ahead. No building left to jump to, so I had no choice but to fight these two. One of them pulled out a battle rifle, and aimed it at me. I closed my eyes, and focused. When he shot his gun, I dodged them as best I could. One of the bullets grazed the side of my head, but did little to hurt me. I ran over, and shoved him nearly off the roof, and I kicked him down. His friend pulled out a combat knife, and slashed at me. I was trained to dodge blades, so that was no problem. I grabbed his wrist, and pulled the blade from his hand. I kicked him in the stomach, and slashed at him. He kept dodging, and he eventually punched my shoulder nearly out of place. He grabbed me in a headlock, and forced me to drop the knife. His friend flew back up, and pulled out a pistol. He kneeled down, and looked me in the eye.

  "You made me fall, land, and break my favorite rifle. Kid, if you weren't dead before, you're sure as hell dead now. Got any words you'd like to say." I looked at him, and spat in his face. "What are you gonna do about that?" He aimed his gun, and put it right under my chin. He grinned with anger, and he was glad to end me. I rolled my chin, and knocked the gun away, then shot out my hidden blade, and shoved it right into his abdomen. He looked at me with surprise, and I did the same with his friend, shooting my other blade right into his lower spine. He let go of my head, and they both fell down as I pulled my blades out. I cracked my neck, and stood over them both. "Jōbutsu suru, I hope you're okay with the mistakes you made today." I shot my blades out, and stabbed them both through the throat. They tried to scream, but they were both silenced by my blades, and slowly but quickly, they died.

  I heard the others coming, and turned to leave. I saw something on the ground that caught my attention, and I picked it up. It was some kind of zip line, or something. I looked at the building far ahead of me, and decided to use it. It shot out a hooked tip, and it caught on the water tower on the building ahead of me. I pushed the button on the center again, and it puled me toward the water tower. When I got there, the hook retracted, and I was free falling through water tower pipes. I came out, and rolled onto the rooftop, then dashed away...

Agent Arizona

  "Where is that little punk?" the Arizona asked. No one could give an answer.

"Uh, sir. We found something you might want to see." Arizona climbed up to the rooftop, and saw the battle scene that happened. "He killed Agents Georgia, and Florida, sir." Arizona grabbed their equipment off their armor, and gave it to one of the soldiers. "take it to the truck. Looks liks we're in need of two more special force members. Pack it up men, we're leaving." The female cop walked over to the vans, and stopped them. "What about that kid? He destroyed public property, and murdered several men."

"Easy, ma'am. The brat will get what's coming to him soon enough. Let the little mouse run into his own trap. We'll get him. We always get our targets. Until then, take control of the situation, and carry on." Arizona got in his truck, and several soldiers put Agents Georgia and Florida into the back of one of the trucks.

 "Arizona, what do we do now? Florida, and Georgia are... are..." The agent talking to Arizona took off her helmet, and looked down. "I know. I know you, and Georgia had something together, but don't worry. We'll get this brat. I promise you that." Arizona looked out the window as they drove to the base, more than likely to discuss the events of the day.