Deathstroke's Shadow (DP/YJ)

Chapter 3

Shadow's POV

I stood top of the building overlooking this nights' target. 

"Tell me, what do you see?" Deathstroke's voice came from behind me.

"I see a man who deserves what's coming to him." I spat out. 

This man, Henry Zucco was related to Tony Zucco, brothers in fact. He was there that night in the crowd. Whether he actually did anything that night I will never know. However, even if he didn't, he still allowed Tony to kill them. And I guess he continued on with his work. For he had killed twenty-three more people since that night, leaving many children orphaned or even worse, killed them as well. Only a coward would attack those who can't protect themselves. 

Deathstroke was called in to bring an end to this man. For he had gone a step to far. Our contractor never told us the details, but I do believe Henry had killed his son-in-law. 

"Anything else besides the obvious, Shadow?" The cold tone came through. 

And reading in between the lines, he may as well growled out at me, 'focus, Shadow!'.

Right, I need to focus. Or as I've learned through what I've been taught and my experiences, I could end up dead. Well, completely.

I surveyed my surroundings completely, including behind me to try to see what Deathstroke was seeing.

My eyes finally caught what it was. It was hard to see, but to a trained eye was a bit obvious. On one of the roof tops the scenery was slightly skewed.

"The martian's ship. The kiddie league must be here which means someone must have told them we'd be here." My eyes narrowed as I looked up to my mentor and father figure. "Unless anyone else knows we're here, it must have been your contractor. Should we leave?"

"No. We finish the job as given. Though I will be giving him a visit later tonight. You set up and take out the target. I'll deal with the team." 

I nodded, getting ready to move into position before a hand was placed on my shoulder stopping me.

"Stay alert. I can assume where they'll be hiding, but that doesn't mean you won't have to face them." A slight protective tone came through.

I may not have been able to see his face, but I knew he cared for my well being, even if he hardly showed it outright. It was times like these with the simple warnings that reminded me of that.

"You as well. Don't need the kid showing you up again, right?" I teased. 

I could almost feel the eye roll in return before he was gone in a blink of an eye. And just like always, I knew he was around, but never exactly where. 

I took that as my turn to leave. I flitted across the roof tops, doing an extra flip here and there for the fun of it. It always reminded me of the old times when my brother and I would jump across the top of the train cars. 

"Not the time." I scolded myself for going into my past. It was always my weakness. It was in the past and needed to be buried there. 

I got into the perfect position. It didn't even take a minute for me to set up my own AS50 sniper rifle. I was so used to taking it apart and putting it back together again. 

I laid out on the roof and took my aim through the scope lens. I took into account for wind speed and trajectory. With my aim perfectly lined up and my finger on the trigger, I was ready to take the shot.

That is, until I saw a shadow go by out of the corner of the lens. 

I raised my head. The shot was not worth it if I missed. It was better to survey the surroundings before.