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Task: Uncompleted, Take Out The Big Boss and Retrieve The Evidence In The Suitcase
Laughter, classical music and the rush of footsteps of people dancing could be heard from above the fancy mansion where 3 figures dressed in all black stood.
‘Are we ready to take the shot?’ A deep voice softly spoke, the person wore a pair of sunglasses and a black and white face mask. In his right arm, held a sniper rifle decorated with many crowns and smiley face stickers. His nervous aim set onto one of the large glass windows on the mansion, ready to fire.
‘We are good to go in about 5 minute, Purp has to be in position before the shot can be made. After that, we blow this place up.’ The short boy replied through the communicator as he sat on the floor of the roof.
His curly brown hair blowing at the slightest breeze, wearing a headset with an attached microphone. His wide eyes glued onto the screen of his laptop, watching through the many cameras in the mansion.
A soft grunt could be heard in response from their third member, bright blue eyes narrowing down on the detonating button in his right hand. Smoothing his thumb over the red button that was connected to the many explosives hidden underneath the mansion.
Ready to go boom.
On the screen, wearing a suit and tousled ash blonde hair stood a boy in one of the hallways staring into the camera. His gaze going between the extravagant ball of the mansion and the camera, sharp purple eyes never leaving a specific man. In his hand, holding a large black suitcase. The boy stared back into the camera.
Holding up his hand and pointing out his thumb, signaling a fast motion across his throat before making a quick run away. Out of view of the first camera as his figure can be seen soon dashing out of the loud mansion. The mansion was set into a louder uproar as the sounds of screams could be heard after shots were fired into the mansion. Breaking through one of the glass windows and into the spine of a specific man.
His eyes blew wide before he stumbled to the ground, lifeless.
And with the press of a single red button. The once extravagant and lively mansion was set ablaze. As one after another, bombs and explosive sky rocketed through the mansion, bringing it down. Trapping and killing the many people of the mansion screaming in fear for help.
The mansion went dead silent as the once many occupants either bled to death or was crushed by the heavy debris. The once bright and lively mansion was now, nothing but a pile of rocks and dead bodies.
The 4 walked through the mess, unbothered by the sound of soles meeting blood. The shortest of the group held his laptop in one hand with the suitcase by his feet, scrolling through the screen as he stood his ground while the other 3 surveyed the area, making sure that everyone was pronounced dead. Stabbing through visible bodies and lifting large rocks to find any sign of life to take out.
The tallest still held his rifle in hand, surveying the area for any runaways before taking aim. Bright blue eyes once holding a detonator in his hand, now a dagger and shotgun as he stepped through the blood bath, listening quietly for sounds of the living amongst the piles of dead bodies. While the boy with purple eyes and suit was now armed with a long sword, ready to start stabbing shit.
They all worked in silence, not wanting to raise any alarm to nearby people or the government authorities. The only sound that rang through the area were their communicators going off with soft beeps, notifying the 4 that they had a message from their higher ups.
Task: Completed, well done Team 0. Head Back To Your Respective Homes. Authorities Will Arrive Soon And Take Over, Leave The Suitcase On The Ground And We WIll Retrieve It With Our GPS Tracking.
Do Not Initiate Any Further Unless Notified With Future Tasks, Assignments And Training. You Have Been Warned.
Till We Meet Again. :]
Staring into their respective phones, the unknown ID was no stranger. The group looked up, making eye contact with each other as they heaved a sigh of relief, turning heels away from the scene of the crime as they began talking normally; cracking jokes and complaining like a bunch of teenage boys.
Jokes about wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night and complaints of sweaty suits clinging onto their skin with unbearable tightness with the addition of unfinished homework. Cackling of laughter and wheezing could be heard.
Tomorrow is another day. Will you be there to join us? :]