The Boarding School

Crazy's Right

"Hugh!" Sarah stopped him in his tracks.

"What's up?" the young man whirled around. She held up a slip of paper which he took from her hand. "What's this?"

"A real target," she replied.

"Oh, a real target. What have I been shooting up 'till now."

"You've been a troop sniper. This is a merce sniper job."

"Ah," he smirked, "An impossible mission for Mercy." He shook the paper in the air, "Finally some digits I like. I'll take it."

Sarah looked at him curiously.

"What?"

She shrugged, smiling, "Nothin'. Just stay safe and get out of there."

"How will I get my money if I don't?" he replied. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head, and walked away. Hugh found Luke in the closet-now-arsenal/bedroom. "Got a new mission," he wasn't grinning now.

"What is it."

"A merce job." He handed his brother the paper with the target and the figure.

"Paper? Seriously, they won't just talk to us?" Luke opened it and read the contents, while Hugh shrugged. "I see," Luke nodded, handing the paper back, "It's a hit job. They don't want to make it official by actually talking to us."

"That's about it - apparently it is still looked down upon to hire to kill," Hugh agreed, sarcasm infusing his voice, "You're up to it?"

"Why not," Luke shrugged, shifting through some of the gear, "What are you thinking? Spend a few weeks gathering intel and take the shot in about three?"

"That'll be enough, you think?"

"He's a congressman, I doubt it'll be that hard."

"He has security."

Luke shrugged, "So did most our targets."

Hugh flashed a smile and slapped his brother on the back, "Glad you're on board."

Three weeks later, Luke and Hugh sat on a rooftop. Hugh had them bring the gear along today, just so if the opportunity presented itself, they could take it. But they were really just here for more surveillance if anything. Never the less, Hugh continued to set up the sniper rifle as they waited. "You know, I know Heinen is hoping they won't be able to cover this one up, but a congressman found dead in a brothel... they'll never let it get out."

"There's such thing as over doing it," Hugh agreed, "He wants something big enough that they can't cover up - "

"Yeah, but I think they chose something so big, they'll be forced to cover it up." 

His brother shrugged, "That's not our call. We just get paid to pull the trigger."

"That's the easy part," Luke complained, "There's all this painstaking surveillance." His brother nodded in agreement, peering through his scope. The brothel was in a tall building. The bottom floor was a restaurant which led into a club, which led to the brothel upstairs and downstairs. The downstairs branch was cheaper. The wealthier clients paid for upstairs, which had the nicer rooms, just short of Hammer-glass windows that could only be seen out of, and the expensive girls. "Because why not have sex with a view?" Hugh muttered when they surveyed the area. After three weeks of surveillance, they learned that the congressman always had the same room. Not so smart, thought the assassin.

"All set?" Luke asked.

"Yep."

"Good," Luke put a magazine into his handgun and slipped it into the holster, taking his AK and cocking it. "I don't see how you expect to do it from here, though. You know, this seems like a better job for the Ghost. Shooting based off thermal - a lot can go wrong."