Get out

Trigger

Eddy

Gun smoke filled his nostrils in puffs of sulfuras clouds, his eyes squinted, trying to make out any shape or form amongst the smog but the blood dripping into his eyes would not allow for sight nor the shattered lenses of his goggles. All he could do was lay on the cold tile allowing blood to seep out.

Tap tap tap it was the sound of someone walking through the carnage.

The man closed his eyes in acceptance of fate, only one thought crossed his mind "How did it end up this way? We planned so much"

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The night was dark and foggy, leaving what it hid a mystery amongst most but for the hitman standing on the rooftop it was all quite clear what was about to go down. He wasn't afraid of what monsters the darkness hid rather the monsters that hide in the light as if ordinary people. Perhaps he was that monster.

~909 are you ready?~

A staticy voice came through a small circular device lodged in his ear for less visibility. 909 lightly pressed on it before replying quietly not wanting his cover blown," I was born ready as long as you run me through this. My trust and my life is in your hands Zero"

~ I got you, Eddy.~ Zero sounded strangely sentimental and sweet when using the agents real name despite it being against working regulations," Now for the briefing of the briefing to make sure you have the basics, the building has 100 floors, amusingly the targets will be meeting on floor 69. Use the stairwell it's not as heavily guarded as the elevator, kill anyone who tries to stop you. Now do you know who your main target is."

" Yes I know the main target. The Prince of Crime: Brett Yang" Eddy scoffed sarcastically whilst loading his remington 700 rifle, typically only military snipers could get their hands on these but the organization had their shady ways of getting a hold of illegal weaponry," Get the files, shoot the targets, get out. "

~ Please never say prince of crime again. So cringey. Anyways back on subject, once you're in you'll have only five minutes to get out after shooting the target. The building will probably go on lock down with his cronies trying to kill you so, be careful, Love~

I small smile spread across his lips to the pet name, another thing that they shouldn't be saying at work. Relationships were weakness, names were weakness, if someone were to bug their frequency to listen in it would be used against them ," And as always Alex if I don't make it back know I love you"

He purred the name lovingly as if it would be the last time he'd be able to say that name.

~ Ight that's enough of the nasty sweet talk get your butt to work 909~ Zero's bright laugh could be made out despite the unclear frequency.

" Yeah whatever Zero you started it" Eddy rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle.

Combat boots laced tightly, rifle slung over his shoulder strap holding it in place, hand gun on his hip paired with a knife in its holster and goggles down aiding in his sight: He was ready for the hunt.

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He pressed his fingers weakly to the now fizzing device not even sure if the transmission would still work due to his head bashing against the floor but he had to try before he met his final breaths. Wheezing and coughing were the first things that escaped his lips signalling to the executor that he was still alive," I l-love you D-dear.... I'm sorry" he cooed out as calmly as he could, .

~ Eddy, I love you too. Don't you dare apologize. I'm going to find you and get you, alright baby? I promise~

The sound of the other man was breaking up into fizzes and static but the agent could still make out the sweet voice behind it. If he was going to meet with death he was going to meet it with a grin and the sound of his lover in his ear.

The glasses clad man stepped towards him hearing that he was still alive, his breathing sounded relieved by the fact strange enough.

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~909 take the shot! Take the shot! 909! Eddy please!~

Eddy's face paled eyes catching a glimpse of Brett for the first time in a long while-his features were eerily similar-the voice in his ear became like white noise as the target made direct eye contact with him from across the room. His stomach twisted into a knot from those soft eyes hidden behind lenses and the gentle smile the target wore, it reminded him too much of his lover.

This man was a stranger who knew all his secrets. This target was someone he once knew with joy but now Brett Yang was just an image that haunted him.

" shit" he couldn't do this. His eyes were fixated on the tender appearing man gesturing to the cronies under him to deal with the situation since he came parading in with a rifle aimed at the man's head.

A gunshot rang loudly in his ears as the bullet whisked through the air.

Was that him screaming? The raw tone of his own voice was barely recognizable to him..

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