The Betrayal

Chapter 15 - 'Desmond Monné'

After eating a fully cooked English breakfast, courtesy of Luther's quality cooking, I completed an intense full workout at the gym. On arrival back at the house, my mentor assigned me the assassination contract of an illusive DM. Luther revealed to me he was a guard on the door at Pallantino's mansion, during mine and Peter's deadly meeting. Desmond frequently attended meetings for the gangsters undercover, in large office building rooms. Luther gave me blueprints of the main office that he would attend and the surrounding area so I could plan my attack accordingly. My master trusted me to plan my own assassination with any weapon of my choosing, as long as I remained incognito and any evidence leaving back to us was removed. I discovered, in one of the many train routes given to me by Luther, that a train crosses a winding bridge at the same height level as one of the office rooms. As it would be merely yards away, it would provide a perfect view of the office, and an easy escape route. I scoped out the office for days, watching from the train carriages and attending his meetings undercover with a key card I slipped out from one of the guards pockets. I disabled cameras around the train, and hacked those in the office, creating a loop that removed my existence. It was easy enough, a continuous and focused EMP spike, courtesy of Luther's equipment, placed on the train platform and office prevented them from recording more footage. I was a ghost. His seat was fortunately at the head of the table, in lethal view of the passing train.

I decided to choose Luther's extremely powerful Mark XIX IMI Desert Eagle with .50 Caliber rounds. The kick of this beast was stronger than a horse, but I was used to it. On the fourth day of the week, Desmond's meeting day, I travelled to an overpass which overlooked the train, just before the tracks mounted the bridge. I waited patiently for the train, 9.15 pm, it was perfectly on schedule. I used the rail to propel my legs over in a leapfrog motion, landing on the top of the nearest carriage. Due to the travelling 70 mph wind resistance, it was hard to keep my balance and composure. I had to though, otherwise failure would mean certain death. I took the heavy cannon pistol out of my holster, and waited for the split-second window of opportunity. As we began to pass the office I saw the people sat around the table, discussing business blissfully unaware of Desmond's true identity. As if by chance Desmond stood up and turned towards the window, facing outwards to the passing train. I extended my arm, aiming the gun steadily at his forehead. His expression turned from happy content, due to his selfish enjoyment of his fake monologue, to terrified fear as he saw me, determined to kill. I expertly pulled the trigger as the train changed tracks, suppressing the deafening sound of the gunshot. The bullet sped through the window, creating a pinpoint hole but without smashing it. It entered Desmond's forehead, mirroring the hole it created in the window and launching his body backwards onto his table. Exploding out of the back of his skull, it sprayed blood all over his unfortunate colleagues sat at said table. I heard muffled screams as the train had already took me away, the public getaway vehicle that was undetectable.

The train came to a stop, and I clambered down the opposite side it arrived at, quickly crossing the tracks and sneaking off the platform, taking my EMP spikes with me. I arrived home, receiving a glorious smile from my older master. First job the next morning was to venture back to Desmond's office room and obtain a blood sample for my collection. Having the blood from my kills in my possession allowed my supernatural powers to develop, according to Luther, so it was very important. I went early in the morning, around 4 am, so it was dark and there was no one to catch me. A simple climb up a few stories and through the damaged window was the easiest way in and, after doing many muscle work outs increasing my size and upper body strength, it was easy enough to climb through. I pulled myself up through the now shattered window and hid underneath the long table, waiting patiently for the preliminary forensic examiner to leave. After they did and I had the dark room to myself, I syringed up a spec of blood and placed it carefully between two small pieces of glass, securing it tightly and preventing it from leaking.