Fake AH Crew Oneshots

How They Met #4

The mask grew hot in the sun as Ryan Haywood lay still atop the roof of a mansion, his fingers calmly connecting the wires of the bomb he brought. Bodyguard's were at every entrance, so Ryan had decided to make his own way in. After all, the Vagabond did have a flair for the dramatic.

The sky was filled with brilliant orange and pinks as the sun filtered slowly out of view, darkness spreading over the upper class neighbourhood. Ryan urged to pull the skull mask off, to let his hair loose and relax, something he hadn't done in years. Yet, as usual, he refrained.

The bag strapped to his bag was filled with weapons of every kind as well as a collection of information about William Sale, his target.

A red light flashed bright on the self-made bomb and Ryan immediately backed up from the area, quickly calculating the spread of the explosion and where he would be safe. He took refuge behind an old, brick chimney and promptly pressed the detonator that was grasped in his gloved hand.

It was louder than expected, yet as effective as it needed to be, with a large section of the roof collapsed into the top floor of the mansion. Within seconds of the explosion, Ryan had already dropped through the ceiling and landed in a polluted hallway, crumbs of plaster and tile still falling along beside him.

He took off at a run, pistol in hands to hush any interferences he encountered, but a knife at quick access in his belt for his assigned victim.

This was his first job in months and it wasn't even paying that well, but Ryan didn't have the resources to be picky, taking anything he could get to pay for his kids' tuition at boarding school. Every cent went towards them, with Ryan often forgetting about his own health in the process. The muscle he had built up from his years of attending the gym after his stifling office job had majorly depleted, his frame thin yet still menacing as he hid behind his thick, leather jacket.

Two quick shots rang out as bullets buried themselves into the heads of a pair of bodyguards. Ryan didn't even offer them a second glance as he continued on down the hall, feet hitting hard and heavy against the wooden flooring. He usually opted for a more stealthy approach, yet his client specifically asked for as much action as possible, intimidate William as his death approached. Ryan was able to get a couple extra hundred out of the request so he didn't mind too much, and he was able to test out a couple of guns that he didn't have silencers for.

Ryan approached a large, mahogany door that sat slightly ajar and after a quick peek inside, pulled the pin out a grenade and chucked it inside. The echo of screams were quickly silenced by the explosion and a fire erupted from the room Ryan was quickly moving away from, towards the stairs to the next floor down.

Six more men had fallen when Ryan finally reached William, who had taken to hiding in his closet, behind a variety of expensive fur coats and designer boots. He was a thin man, even more scrawny than Ryan, with sunken grey eyes and wire-like hair. His teeth were rotted as he weakly grimaced up at his attacker. Ryan easily towered over his small form, his skull mask blank and haunting and he slowly released the curved blade from its halter at his side.

"What do you want?" The voice was so soft that Ryan thought he had imagined it until William cleared his throat and spoke louder. "Money, women, coke? I can give you that all. All of it. Every fucking dime I've earned will be sitting in your pocket, a hooker on your lap drugged out like you wouldn't believe but only if you let me live."

His cracked lips turned up into a sickly grin as he shook in fear at Ryan's feet.

A coward. Willing to do anything to live another day of his miserable life. However, the offer of money was tempting, and Ryan found himself hesitating more than expected at the bribe of this loser.