For Hire

The Arrow

The wind was cold , I don't like that. It's not that the cold bothered me more That the wind was at an unfavorable angle, it would throw trajectory down to right but further down then right.
The grave made this an annoying place to lay.why couldn't anyone in starling afford a flat roof not covered in pointy rocks. However uncomfortable the roof was its vantage point was perfect a straight line of sight throw a large multipain window within he knew lay a warehouse flow converted into a narcotics factory. The count was in full rapid production mode. You couldn't actually see the floor just knew it was there. All you saw was the very top of a large pile of the counts product and the second level car walk at the end of the room.

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"Crash" In came the door of the car walk. enters Oliver queen dressed as the arrow. He descends quickly and shortly you see the count appear innocent sombody taking prison as he threatens to kill them bla bla bla. He has his back to me nice , very nice. And.. begin dialogue between hero and villain .... bla bla bla... long winded fucks these tv show types.

Well here's somthing you don't see all the time. The arrow is actually lowering his bow, must have been a he'll of a talk those to had.
One steady breath in.

Release on quarter, act on half done by 3 quarters. I'm not to sure what that means but it makes sense in my head. I take a deep breath. watch the counts shoulders move the slightest bit as he breaths his sigh of relief, he's bested the arrow , it's over now. To bad he never counted on one really obsessed fan girl .... And to bad that fan girl payed me.

My rifle doesn't go bang , it rings with a long hollow bass note preceded by a crack much like if a whip struck a pipe organ. I watch the count fall from his perch to the left, his hostage falls right , I wasn't aiming for her and I had hit the count In the upper left, back of his head but there was no doublt in my mind that she was dead to. My rounds were a specific explosive shrapnel round that left the would be count with little of a head left.

I flipped a line on my goggles and my view changed now I saw everything in color, hear sensitive Infrared. There on the floor cooling was the counts body. And off to the right was Oliver queen grabing his bow and searching the distance for me, nice try friend. He checked the counts body and left into the night . Good bye mister queen rest easy knowing today I didn't come for you.

I collapsed my rifle down. The barrel hangs from my waste like a sword the stock and receiver snap apart making a pistol the I screw a smaller caliber barrel into and holster, loaded with a smaller version of my h.e. rounds.the stock, with removal of two bolts becomes a pair of arm gaurds which snap on under my coat. With that I desend the stairs to ground level, I'm geting out of shape five levels used to be nothing to me .

I walked back the 3 blocks to a Shady hotel and go back to my room, no go to jump tonight night as Well get some sleep

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The next day I get up around 7. I walked a block back to a ma and pop bakery I past last night and pick up some fresh bread. Theres nothing like home made . I take a turn down a tight ally that ends in a brick wall, I tryed laying brick once didn't like it. I put the bread in my mouth and root around in my pockets for a few minutes. Here it is That little bastard. I pull out a small metal sphere I take a bite of that bread , it is the good stuff, and throw the sphere against the wall it snaps apart into four peaces and expands a blue rectangle to about the sizes of a door way. I step throw and as I do the door closes being me . The sphere reappears in my hand and I put it back into my pocket and eat some more of my bread.

I don't know why I keep coming back to Boston but it's a nice place , hell I put my office here after all so it better be nice. I had bought the office of an old mark some time ago. It was the second story round turret, that stuck out over mass ave. And Boylston street above a cigar store. All in all the place wasn't to bad . Tho a few owners ago there had been a fortune teller and you could still see where Someone had scraped the glittery letters of her logo off the window With a Razer blade. I put my barrel in the umbrella stand set the armgaurds on a shelf with a few extra mags , my jaket I hung from a nail and I floped Down on my cot. Home sweet home. It was at this point i thought maybe a shower was in order , I mean three days in these cloths had taken there told. Black pants with steel toed combat boots a black button down with matching vest , I looked like a goth with money , oxymoron I know but true all the same.as I got up to see about that shower my phone buzzed , so much for that idea. I answered as always with joy.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Hello to you to." A gargeled teen age girls voice rattled over the phone , I've never seen her but I'll bet dollars to donuts her braces are to tight and wears glasses. " I saw the new episode last night, well done."

"Well you know me , I aim to please."

"Ha ha... lame , anyway how do u want payed?"

"Same as we discussed , bring the money by my office and we can both go about our ways."

"Ok... question..."

I hung up on her befor she finished. I don't have time for 20 questions with a sixteen year old girl, I have naps to take , fictional characters to kill and .... somewhere , money to make.