The Mad Assassin (ON HOLD)

Chapter One - Into the Fray

- This story will mostly likely be 10 or more chapters

- Slow moving/Developing in the beginning, I want to get something established before I bring them together

Third Person

A man stood silhouetted at his window, looking over the shitty and run down city of Los Santos, watching the streets below before turning around and walking into a nearby door. Once the door was shut, he used the slider on the wall to turn the lights up to a mild glow as he sat at a desk in the middle of the room.

He went down to the drawer that was second down on the right hand side, typing in a code, scanning his thumb and turning a key. The drawer unlocked and he pulled out a white file holder that held a stake of papers at least one inch thick.

He flipped open the file, sifting through all the reports his second in charge and himself had written about what they thought of the subject, subject photos, subject victim photos, medical evaluations (Physical and Mental), observation reports, and so much more.

While he was looking through everything, a small knock came on the door before the man sifting through the files gave a tired "What?" in response. His voice was gruff and annoyed, though he didn't mean to sound at all cruel to whoever stood on the other side of the door.

The person who entered stood slightly taller than that who sat behind the desk, "Just checking up on you, wanted to make sure you weren't still freaking out about this plan." A soft and gentle voice spoke, there was only a scoff in response for a moment while the man thought.

"...Yeah, I'm still freaking out a bit. I know this can work...I just don't want to put him in this position." The man from behind the desk stood, straightened his suit jacket, and rolled his mustache between his fingers before responding to the sympathetic look his female friend was giving him.

"Jack, I'll be fine. He'll be fine. We'll all be fine. C'mon, let's go tell the others so that the two of us don't need to keep this a secret anymore." Jack gave him a small smile in understanding before stepping to the right side of the door frame, gesturing forward, "You first Geoffery"

Geoff rolled his eyes before scrapping the file back together and retrieving another smaller one from the drawer and relocking it. After he had all that he need he stood and took a deep breath before walking around the desk and leading Jack out of his office.

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They walked down the white corridor in a comfortable silence. They both stopped once they reached a gray door with a gold plate labeled 'HC Planning Area' (Heist Crew Planning Area).

Geoff looked over to Jack to make sure his friend was still there before reaching for and gold finish door knob, only to stop when he heard the distinct sound of glass shattering and someone yell "GOD FUCKING DAMNIT GAVIN," then another saying "It's not my bloody fault that glass is breakable"

A small smile crept onto his face as he groaned loudly in annoyance, making sure it was loud enough that the people on the other side would hear him. He threw the door open with a *thud* as it hit the wall.

He found four men. The first had short curly reddish-brown hair, glasses, a brown leather jacket the held the face of a bear the the back, simple light blue jeans, and a pissed as shit look on his face.

Behind him was a guy about the same height, short black hair that was mostly covered by a black beanie and had squared black glasses. He wore a black shirt, bright purple jacket and dark blue skinny jeans. He looked more like he was trying not to laugh while pointing a camera at someone in front of the curly haired male on the ground.