Eugphoria was rather unforgiving in the winter. One never knew if they would roll their car over by turning the wrong icy corner or they would slip while walking and fall into the river. The Unity station in Prague was usually devoid of any ice, by way of maintenance people they hired every year. So when Section Chief Xi'kov stepped out of his car, he was quite angry at those very maintenance people who's paychecks he signed. The ice in the parking lot was almost horrendous.
He walked into the building and stepped into the elevator. His office was on the top floor by design, and no one but him and other Section Chiefs had a key to unlock the top floor. Of course, the CUI (Chief of the Unity Intelligence), a woman who went solely by Rose, also had a key. And he knew Rose was involved when he opened the door to his darkened office, seeing Sentinel sitting in a chair across from his desk. Waiting. Patiently.
Sentinel spun around the chair to face Xi'Kov. "Rose encourages and applauds you for making some extra credit on the side, Xi'Kov. She'd just prefer it if it weren't classified Unity Secrets."
Xi'Kov took off his coat and placed it on the rack next to the door. He saw that Sentinel was still wearing his. No doubt carrying his weapon underneath. Xi'Kov just gave out a light laugh. "Theatrics don't frighten me," he walked over to his five-foot tall blue lit network tower full of drivers, "and you're wasting your time with the wrong man, Sentinel."
"I'm not so sure of that." Xi'Kov noticed that Sentinel had placed a gun on the desk. It was Xi'Kov's personal side arm.
"If Rose is so certain that I'm a traitor, she'd have sent a Whisper. Benefits of being Section Chief, I'd have knowledge of anyone who'd been promoted to a public Whisper. You need?" He was cut off before finishing.
"4,000." Sentinel finished for him. If Xi'Kov only knew
The flesh that stretched over Sentinel's knuckles were split open as it made contact with Major Seirk's face. The sound of molars could be heard being loosened. It was earlier that very evening Sentinel found himself in a brightly lit bathroom with the Major.
Splinters of wood crackled and screamed as his targets body was thrown threw the door of a nearby toilet stall. The bowl cracking under his weight and began to leak water onto the tile floor. His shoes slipping and leaving streaks of black tread as he stumbled to his feet. Snapping a quick elbow to Sentinel's face in protest, hard as stone. The broken toilet seat was within reach, slammed it into the assassin's stomach.
Xi'Kov quickly grabbed the gun from on top of the desk and pointed it at Sentinel's head. "Shame," he said, "we barely got to know each other." He squeezed the trigger, CLICK! Sentinel though he would have better luck using a stapler.
"Hm, Performance troubles?" Tilting his head to the side, "tends to happens when you age."
Xi'Kov dropped the gun. "Interesting." He took a deep breath. He knew what was coming. "How did he die?"
"Your contact?" Sentinel shrugged, thinking back earlier that evening, "Janitor won't be happy."
Seirk tried to land another punch. Sentinel was quicker. Twisting around his body and grabbing his intended target by the neck. SLAM! Face to wall, breaking the artistic tile designs and maybe a few bones. His arm reacted like a tightly coiled spring and sprung into the mans gut, drawing back slowly as he pushed his skull into the wall hard before letting another powerful punch land to the rib cage, rupturing his lung. Then backhanded him in the face. Jaw dislocating on contact with the sink. CRACK! The heavy wheezing of one lung under stress was a sure sign of what happens when people decided to fight back.
Xi'Kov smiled. "People tend to give a good show when they're life is on the line."
Sentinel almost scowled. Xi'Kov knew from experience that Sentinel spent his younger years in the galactic arena's, fighting for his very survival.
The target decided to change the rules, a gun was quickly brought up and let out a loud pop towards the assassins direction. Sentinel ducked into a stall and backed himself against the wall, close call. This target was eager to do anything in his power to live and in an act of stupidity came around and was greeted by another punch. The sound of a heavy gun dunking into the shallow water echoed through the bathroom.
As the target regained his senses and looked around he couldn't see or hear the assassin. Only the feel of a cold blunt object came across the back of his skull, pistol-whipped. Fingers sunk deep into the roots of his hair, grasping, yanking. The sound of running sink water, The assassin forced his targets face down in it. With only one fully functional lung it didn't take long for the squirming to stop. Satisfied he pulled him out and dumped him on the floor.
Sentinel smirked, "Yea, some show he gave."
Xi'Kov leaned back in the chair at his desk, and continued to smile. "Forced information out of him did you?"
"He wasn't much for small talk."
"Good."
"Not really."
"Actually it is. With no proof and a dead contact, you have absolutely no evidence to convict me of leaking information. And with only one kill, 3,999 will be hard to obtain. You have yet to be promoted to Whisper status. But you needn't worry, I have something for?" Once again Sentinel cut him short. This time, he didn't finish his sentence. He brought up his weapon and put a bullet straight into Xi'Kov's eye.
"Yea," Sentinel said, flipping the safety switch on his Candlestick (gun), "Who knows."
Sentinel took a moment to catch his breath. He hadn't had this bad a fight for some time. While his back was turned, Seirk regained consciousness and pulled another gun from the small of his back. He raised the gun and squeezed the trigger, putting a round directly into Sentinel's back. Watching him part the water as he hit the bathroom floor. The target who apparently had an extra life despite his injuries raised to his feet, walked over to the body and rolled it over with a hard aggressive kick. POP!
A round struck the target in the exact center of his forehead pushing his body off the ground and towards a stall. Sentinel sat up from his blood clouded pool and looked to the Major's limp body. "Be sure to flush." He got to his feet and walked out from the bathroom. Holstering his gun and disappearing into the general public.
3,999 down, one to go, Sentinel thought.
He walked into the building and stepped into the elevator. His office was on the top floor by design, and no one but him and other Section Chiefs had a key to unlock the top floor. Of course, the CUI (Chief of the Unity Intelligence), a woman who went solely by Rose, also had a key. And he knew Rose was involved when he opened the door to his darkened office, seeing Sentinel sitting in a chair across from his desk. Waiting. Patiently.
Sentinel spun around the chair to face Xi'Kov. "Rose encourages and applauds you for making some extra credit on the side, Xi'Kov. She'd just prefer it if it weren't classified Unity Secrets."
Xi'Kov took off his coat and placed it on the rack next to the door. He saw that Sentinel was still wearing his. No doubt carrying his weapon underneath. Xi'Kov just gave out a light laugh. "Theatrics don't frighten me," he walked over to his five-foot tall blue lit network tower full of drivers, "and you're wasting your time with the wrong man, Sentinel."
"I'm not so sure of that." Xi'Kov noticed that Sentinel had placed a gun on the desk. It was Xi'Kov's personal side arm.
"If Rose is so certain that I'm a traitor, she'd have sent a Whisper. Benefits of being Section Chief, I'd have knowledge of anyone who'd been promoted to a public Whisper. You need?" He was cut off before finishing.
"4,000." Sentinel finished for him. If Xi'Kov only knew
The flesh that stretched over Sentinel's knuckles were split open as it made contact with Major Seirk's face. The sound of molars could be heard being loosened. It was earlier that very evening Sentinel found himself in a brightly lit bathroom with the Major.
Splinters of wood crackled and screamed as his targets body was thrown threw the door of a nearby toilet stall. The bowl cracking under his weight and began to leak water onto the tile floor. His shoes slipping and leaving streaks of black tread as he stumbled to his feet. Snapping a quick elbow to Sentinel's face in protest, hard as stone. The broken toilet seat was within reach, slammed it into the assassin's stomach.
Xi'Kov quickly grabbed the gun from on top of the desk and pointed it at Sentinel's head. "Shame," he said, "we barely got to know each other." He squeezed the trigger, CLICK! Sentinel though he would have better luck using a stapler.
"Hm, Performance troubles?" Tilting his head to the side, "tends to happens when you age."
Xi'Kov dropped the gun. "Interesting." He took a deep breath. He knew what was coming. "How did he die?"
"Your contact?" Sentinel shrugged, thinking back earlier that evening, "Janitor won't be happy."
Seirk tried to land another punch. Sentinel was quicker. Twisting around his body and grabbing his intended target by the neck. SLAM! Face to wall, breaking the artistic tile designs and maybe a few bones. His arm reacted like a tightly coiled spring and sprung into the mans gut, drawing back slowly as he pushed his skull into the wall hard before letting another powerful punch land to the rib cage, rupturing his lung. Then backhanded him in the face. Jaw dislocating on contact with the sink. CRACK! The heavy wheezing of one lung under stress was a sure sign of what happens when people decided to fight back.
Xi'Kov smiled. "People tend to give a good show when they're life is on the line."
Sentinel almost scowled. Xi'Kov knew from experience that Sentinel spent his younger years in the galactic arena's, fighting for his very survival.
The target decided to change the rules, a gun was quickly brought up and let out a loud pop towards the assassins direction. Sentinel ducked into a stall and backed himself against the wall, close call. This target was eager to do anything in his power to live and in an act of stupidity came around and was greeted by another punch. The sound of a heavy gun dunking into the shallow water echoed through the bathroom.
As the target regained his senses and looked around he couldn't see or hear the assassin. Only the feel of a cold blunt object came across the back of his skull, pistol-whipped. Fingers sunk deep into the roots of his hair, grasping, yanking. The sound of running sink water, The assassin forced his targets face down in it. With only one fully functional lung it didn't take long for the squirming to stop. Satisfied he pulled him out and dumped him on the floor.
Sentinel smirked, "Yea, some show he gave."
Xi'Kov leaned back in the chair at his desk, and continued to smile. "Forced information out of him did you?"
"He wasn't much for small talk."
"Good."
"Not really."
"Actually it is. With no proof and a dead contact, you have absolutely no evidence to convict me of leaking information. And with only one kill, 3,999 will be hard to obtain. You have yet to be promoted to Whisper status. But you needn't worry, I have something for?" Once again Sentinel cut him short. This time, he didn't finish his sentence. He brought up his weapon and put a bullet straight into Xi'Kov's eye.
"Yea," Sentinel said, flipping the safety switch on his Candlestick (gun), "Who knows."
Sentinel took a moment to catch his breath. He hadn't had this bad a fight for some time. While his back was turned, Seirk regained consciousness and pulled another gun from the small of his back. He raised the gun and squeezed the trigger, putting a round directly into Sentinel's back. Watching him part the water as he hit the bathroom floor. The target who apparently had an extra life despite his injuries raised to his feet, walked over to the body and rolled it over with a hard aggressive kick. POP!
A round struck the target in the exact center of his forehead pushing his body off the ground and towards a stall. Sentinel sat up from his blood clouded pool and looked to the Major's limp body. "Be sure to flush." He got to his feet and walked out from the bathroom. Holstering his gun and disappearing into the general public.
3,999 down, one to go, Sentinel thought.