How The Red Eye Bleeds

Blood & Smoke

The air was thick with smoke, and the smell of booze filled the dark room. Two mercenaries rested in this room waiting for their target. It was Red Eye and Night Witch, two very well known mercenaries and assassins renowned for their talents, and intimidating way of doing things.

"We all know the pain that numbers can bring us- and so does Guy Mitchell who's got: Heartaches by the number" Rang out a familiar voice from an ancient radio.

A sudden click was heard as Red Eye turns it off. He jerks his thumb over to the arriving travellers outside seen through a window with broken glass. Their armoured bodies were illuminated by only the moon.

"Time to get paid," Is all he says before putting on his mask, the singular red eye illuminating the room, bathing it in a crimson glow.

"Yeah, yeah, give me a minute," Says his compatriot Night Witch as she puts her smoke out.

"Those things are gonna kill you," He says to her while throwing her revolver to her, and grabbing his rifle. His voice now sounding muffled, and ever so slightly mechanical.

"No, chances are it'll be some fucker who got a lucky shot," She says after catching it and holstering the weapon at her side, before slinging her sniper over her back.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," He says with a chuckle while sheathing his many knives.

"Let's move," he says in a serious tone.

"Really, no quips?" She jests as they move to the building their target had camped in; an old abandoned bar.

"Katyusha, I'm hungover and tired, I'm not going to have anything good to say for a few hours" He replies tiredly.

"You're a fuckin' lightweight Nathan," She says quietly as they near the building.

"Oh, piss off"

There is a brief silence before in a moment of silent understanding they go about their jobs.

Red Eye opens the door, moving in, and scanning the room. The night provided the perfect cover as he had night vision built into his mask. Three guards sat around the tables, two were behind the bar talking. He cracks a smile before going about his work. He throws a stone that was on the floor at one of the tables on the far side of the room. The guards instinctively raise their weapons at it, their full attention turned to the noise, and Red Eye uses this time to go behind one and slit his throat. He dies silently, not even knowing what happened. And after stuffing the body under a table, Red Eye continues killing them.

One decided to sit down at a table, the group deciding the noise they heard was nothing, and also not noticing what happened to their comrade. The one who sat down had his back turned to Red Eye. Realizing this opportunity he simply slits the man's throat and places his head down on the table as if the guard was sleeping.

Now only two remain.

"Don, no sleeping on the job!" The last one by the tables shouts. "Don? You lazy fucker." He walks over to shake him, but as he does this Red Eye swiftly pulls him down and plunges a knife into his skull. Now for the ones behind the bar. Had they really not noticed him? 'How deaf do you have to be?' Red Eye thinks to himself. He scans the room, finding nothing of interest. No way to separate them without being seen. He decides 'fuck it' and creeps up to the bar. Quietly unsheathing another knife, he readies to attack. With a burst of speed, he stands up throwing one knife at the head of one of them, and lunging at the other, tackling him to the ground and he quickly plants the knife into the man's throat. And with that, his work was done.

Night Witch, meanwhile, was dealing with sentries outside of the building. Popping a bullet into each one of their heads with her silenced sniper. If a helmet was in her sights she fired. One went off to piss, shot his dick, then his head. Two were talking, two rapid shots silenced the night. One heard one of her shots and was looking around, not saying anything however to avoid panic over what could be nothing. A fatal mistake. He walks about, finding the corpse of one of his comrades. He rears his head up, prepared to scream, but instead his jaw is blown off by the observant witch. Now, the last two were simply guarding the door. Guns at their sides, standing idle. 'Pathetically easy' she thinks. The casings around her feet numbered seven by the time she was done.