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Old 08-04-2014, 11:52 PM

Smoke drifted thickly through the air of the darkened room, pitch black shadows cast about the walls, though dim light was kept centrally to illuminate the small group of tables present. The only other light source filtered down through the smoke from the wooden floorboards above their heads. As if in a trance, Amory watched quietly watched the smoke drifting up into the cracks, swirls of light dancing above him. After another breath, he lowered the cigarette that hung between his lips to put it out, his green gaze only then shifting to the other men hunched around the wooden tables of the room. They all chattered, some quietly murmuring in serious undertones, others laughing and exchanging stories. He wasn't quite as social as his associates, not to say he wouldn't be sitting among them if he weren't here for business matters.

His feet rested, crossed neatly atop the table before him as he let out a soft sigh, not quite sure what to expect of this one. His last hit had gone through well, but he had a feeling this was quite different. He had even been granted a short leave beforehand. As he waited, Amory rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and straightened out the vest atop it. It wasn't long when he heard the chair opposite his slide out, a man in a fedora with a grim face sitting down across from him. Instead of speaking, he slid over an envelope and stared at Amory expectantly.

Quirking a curious eyebrow, Amory cleared his throat a little and removed his feet from the table to lean over and open the contents of the envelope. "This is far from the usual protocol," he spoke quietly, observing the pictures and documents within it carefully, "What's the deal with this one?" His gaze paused upon a picture of a man, eyes tracing his longer light brown hair and eyes. At another time, he may have found the look appealing, but this was far from his mind now. Amory had to memorize those features.

"He's in league with some bigger players in the eastern parts of the city. We have been following him and others among his group for some time," he paused, as if to prepare for the enormity of his next words: "We pinpointed this guy as the plan-holder of their entire operations."

Amory's eyebrows lifted, not having expected to be handed such a key man's information. "We can't simply take him out, then." He comments thoughtfully, eyes grazing over the picture once more before setting it down. "I have to trail this man."

"Not only that," the other man's grim tone faded for a moment as he let out a gruff chuckle, "We need your expertise in getting closer than that to him. Talk to the guy. Befriend him. Do what you must to get that information, but do not take him out unless I specifically tell you to do so. Am I clear?"

Again a tad taken back from the abnormality of the situation, Amory's widened eyes remained locked onto the other man, as if searching for the plans that he hadn't been given. What will they do with his people's plans and strategies?

"Got it." Amory nodded curtly, neatly assembling the contents back into their enveloped before the two stood and shook hands firmly.

"Smile a bit, kid. You have to loosen up for this one." The other spoke seriously, but then grinned as he headed to another table.

Amory let a grin lift his lips as he let a low chuckle roll out of him. "'Loosen up', huh?"

Shaking his head, a relaxed smile came to him as he stepped into the back alley. This shouldn't be all that difficult.

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Old 08-05-2014, 01:41 AM

Reese zipped up the cello case and buckled it down around the form, making sure it was grounded in its wood-framed leather case and setting it up. The concert hall had been loud enough to hear from two floors below the hall itself, but then, he always enjoyed a bit of classical music when he was around. Opera, though not his favored listening tools, didn't get performed much here. He stood and slid the case onto his shoulder, rearranging his jacket after it crumpled under the strap. He left the small back room, a poor excuse for a personal office, but considering his cover and their location, he couldn't afford to be picky with his layout. It had a door that separated him from others, and that was really all he wanted in the end. After he locked up his office, Reese was intercepted in the hallway by his boss, a very imposing man in an extremely well-fitted suit and low-riding hat that shadowed his eyes dramatically. "Simpson." He gruffed. "Leaving early?"

"As early as I dare. My double's off the stage so far as I've been told, why not take an early leave?" From the hook by the door he'd just locked, Reese grabbed his hat, which resembled that of a messenger boy but worked with his cream-and-brown getup. "I don't see why I'm here since I'm off the field. Unless...?"

"No, nothin' else for the day." His boss stretched and something in his hand came down in front of Reese. "'Cept this."

"What's 'this'?" Reese took the rolled-and-bound papers and started to pick them apart, but was stopped.

"New plans for our new southeast base. We're expanding into a warehouse used for shipping meat to butchers in the city."

"Well, look who has big plans." Reese grinned, taking his cello case off and sliding the rolled papers inside. He nudged the man on his way down the hall, to the lift nearby, and slid the grate out of the way. Pulling a key from around his neck, Reese inserted it and twisted, then poked the button labeled "G". The lift shuddered and started up, pulling away from the darkly lit hallway and into a darkly lit alcove. The key allowed the holders to go down to the lower floors, which most didn't even know existed. That was the whole point, of course. He passed his double in the short hallway, who was slipping off his wig to reveal light blonde hair, and returned the nod he was given. The double played a cello and violin both, so as Reese left, he was greeted with enthusiasm from viewers of the latest piece that had been played.

Outside he looked around carefully, pulling down his hat and jumping the tram when it stopped. Hanging onto the pole nearest the doors, Reese watched the gray sky try to find some blue, and a few cracks of cobalt managed to shimmer through, accompanied by a shaft of light from the sun that nearly blinded him when he looked up for it.

He got off a couple streets over from the residential area he lived in. A common-looking, nondescript series of three-level brownstones with small grassy areas outside their sturdy fences and cobblestone pathways, his windows were dark and silent, and when he stepped in, Reese breathed in a deep smell of honey and cinnamon, two calming smells he preferred to have permeate through his home. In the living room, full of soft, comfortable seating arrangements and dark wood furniture, Reese unbuckled his cello case and took out the heavy sniper rifle, setting it above the fireplace and pulling the wrapped documents out. He set the case beside the fireplace and went upstairs, to his second floor office and knelt in front of the heavy-duty safe, disguised as a table that wasn't extremely convincing. Reese paused, typing in a ten-digit security code, then licking his index finger and pressing it to the glassy surface that slid into view. It popped open, the door sliding on silent hinges, and Reese set the rolled documents on top of the rest. He would have to read them eventually, or he'd get lost in the new location.

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Old 08-05-2014, 02:33 AM

Amory held a picture up to the light in the small, rather dingy room he sat in, the lines of a brownstone illuminating itself in the background. Eyeing its contours closely, he then moved to set it down and stand in front of the small window. Hooking a finger around the edge of a curtain to pull it back, he took yet another glance at the brownstone matching the picture. While many looked about the same in this area, he was sure of it from the smaller details, and of course from the address he had received earlier. He had been outfitted a room to 'rent' from an associate for the time being, just across the street from Reese's, and nearly a block further down. It still gave him good enough access to a view of the place, while being just a bit conspicuous. It would do better than his own home in allowing him to track his target, in any case.

"Reese Simpson. Spy. Works as a musician at a concert hall. Suspected to live alone. An insider noted that he had seen him with papers pertaining to the group's plans... " Amory slipped onto the creaky twin bed he had been given for use, cringing at the small creaks it made as he sat and adjusted himself, looking over the papers he had been given. "They don't have a hell of a lot of useful info here..." He notes with a sigh, running a hand up through his raven-black hair, flipping through pages until he again came to stop at the picture of the man in question, carrying a cello case.

To Amory, his appearance by no means screamed 'danger,' but he knew better than to think it should. There was something seeming soft in his hair and cheeks that lead to him believe that this guy could have an ordinary life, uninvolved as it were-- but this wasn't the case. He was just capable of doing his job. The hand in his hair trailed down to his neck nimbly, fingers scratching his hairline for a moment as he let his thoughts wonder. He had the tracking part of this man down, knew his supposed place of work, and now just needed to become involved. This was the part that was quite odd, considering what he was used to.

"I'll... Well, start with the usual. Trail him tomorrow. Find a casual way to strike conversation. We live in the same area now, damnit, I'm his new neighbor." With his trail of verbal thoughts, his hand absent-mindedly slipped into his pant pocket to fetch his switchblade, and as he thought, spun it skillfully between his middle and index fingers. It helped him to think, having his hands busy with something familiar. The knife was so familiar in this way that he did indeed have one small scar running along a couple of his right knuckles, but it was nowhere near fresh.

"Sorta." He then added, chuckling. After an hour or so of going through his information, thinking it over and twirling the blade, he slipped it away and stood to look out the window again. His eyes focused in on the form of a man walking along the street, cream and brown outfit making him just that bit more visible from the bit of distance. Soon enough, the man turned to walk up the cobblestone path to his brownstone, and Amory only allowed his gaze to leave him as he stepped in through the door. Closing the curtain once more, he nodded slowly. He was home now, there was no doubt in his mind that that had indeed been his target.

"Goin' for a walk, Tommy!" He called casually as he jogged down to the ground floor, a compact pair of binoculars tucked safely into his pant pocket that carried his blade as well.

"Scouting tonight already? Jeesh, Am'ry." His associate replied, the two not even making eye contact as Amory slid out the door.

It didn't take much of an effort to find a good spot to watch Reese, but remain far enough away to be unseen, really. The generous shadowing of the alley and the numerous fire escapes down the back of the other's brownstone were both to thank for that. Tucked in between two stairways, he knelt down quietly and took his position. Looking through the lenses of the binoculars carefully, he found the other's windows without great effort, but did not spot him right away. He did, however, find a fireplace with the cello case he had seen pictured earlier nearby. Next thing of interest, he found, was a sniper rifle resting beside the two. He would have to be careful with this, if the man could handle that weapon well.

When finally finding the other's form on the second level, he narrowed his focus to see him closing a safe, presumably also doubling as a table of sorts. Bingo. Had Amory been simply told to take him out, this would be the end of his scouting, but that was not his assignment. He was supposed to get to know this person, befriend him. To do that would take a lot more watching a hell of a lot more effort. Amory sat there, prepared to watch and wait a while, wanting to spend the night getting to know the man and the layout of his brownstone, from what he could see.

What he had been right about was that he appeared to live alone, did indeed carry a cello case, and was most certainly a danger if he carried that sniper. He had something in that safe worth hiding, most likely the documents, and looked quite like his picture.

What Amory had not quite been expecting, however, was to find the softness in the other's appearance that he had noted earlier. Seeing him personally definitely enhanced his qualities, even from a bit further away, but a target is a target.
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Old 08-05-2014, 05:49 AM

Reese picked his way into his kitchen and flicked on the overhead light, blinking in the sudden brightness and shaking his head. Slipping out of his jacket, Reese tossed it onto he kitchen table, quickly followed by his hat, soft gloves, belt, cravat and vest. He stretched upward, feeling his joints shift and pop in his ears, and undid a few buttons on his shirt, untucking it along the way to the icebox to fish out a wrapped sandwich he prepared that morning. When coming back home Reese either had no time or no energy to cook, so he did so in the morning and reheated it in the oven in the evening. As he ate over the sink, however, a chill slid down his spine and brought up a shiver through his body, and he looked around. Usually he knew when he was being watched. His body reacted to the invisible gaze upon him even when he didn't realize it. Someone was near. Or at least, there was a peeper somewhere outside. He took his food with him as he rechecked the front door's three locks and deadbolt, then the windows' locks, and closed the dark violet curtains. Rubbing the back of his neck, where the tingling sensation had gathered, he shuddered when it finally left and went to the fireplace, tossing the last bit of bread among the half-burned logs.

Reaching up, Reese picked up the ornate wooden case from the mantle and slotted it over the rifle. From even up close it looked like nothing more than a decorative wall piece, with silver furnishings to make the pressed designs stand out well against the dark wood. He nodded to himself, going into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of wine from the cabinet and a glass, and trudged to the topmost floor. He didn't mind leaving the curtains open here, because rarely did anyone want to clamber up the side of another building to stare at him doing nothing of interest. In the upper floors he picked his way to a room he had draped in carpet and cloth, keeping everything from echoing or reverberating too annoyingly for neighbors. In this room was a desk, a violin case, and an actual cello on its stand in the corner across from the window. He did play, switching out with his double on long shifts, though it meant bringing an extra bag with him to work when he traveled to the concert hall.

Sitting in the chair near the small side table, Reese uncorked the half-empty bottle and filled the glass a third of the way, pausing to take a drink and stare at the light tan wallpaper across the room. He would have liked something stronger but the idea was off-putting, because that meant a possible hangover in the morning and hangover-Reese was impossible to work with. Setting the glass aside he pulled the cello off its stand and unclipped the bow from the back. He didn't really read music, wasn't even sure how to do so, but he could copy and emulate musical pieces after a few listens and practice rounds, and make his own music through extensive trial and error. Reese decided against trial and error this time around and began gently sawing out a deep tone he'd practiced many times before. It let his mind rest, drift even.

His latest target would be leaving the city in two days. He needed a chance. The guy was dealing in child trafficking and needed to be taken out. If he was out, that meant the money was gone, because he had no heir in his will and the money would be given to the bank. They would struggle and eventually become sloppy and that meant the whole thing would begin falling apart. At least it was one good thing for him to put on his roster. One positive in all the negative. Reese closed his eyes and tried to get over the feeling of being watched---he always had the feeling the place was haunted, perhaps the ghost just liked music. He chuckled to himself at the thin attempt at internal humor and paused to drink half the wine in the glass down in one.

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Old 08-05-2014, 06:27 AM

Amory watched Reese as he could for a bit, but as soon as the other walked to his door, he knew he had to move. It could spell trouble, whether or not he intended to go outside. Slipping up the fire escape swiftly, and onto the roof, he then noted that Reese's window had been closed. Biting his lip, he held in a curse, feeling his heart sink in his chest. "He felt my gaze," Amory murmured softly, a little surprised, then sighed and pressed his pale palm to his face. He stood still there for a moment, in the shadow of a neighboring building's taller roof, the warmth and vital pulse of his palm contrasting against the cool breeze that swept by so gently. Fingers trailing up his temples, he allowed himself to relax from the moment of disappointment.

"The man's a spy, the hell am I doing underestimating his abilities?" He whispered, wondering to himself for a moment before shaking his head and dismissing the mistake as him just having a bad night. It was time to turn in, if that's what this came to. At the very least, he had spotted the safe and the sniper rifle, and certainly got a few glimpses of his target. That was all he had really intended to begin with, but he was still rather bothered by the whole experience. Quiet and swift, he made his way down to street level to walk back to the brownstone he was rooming in, pulling his arms in around himself to help protect against the chill of the evening's wind. Entering back into the house quietly, he began to make his way upstairs when he heard his current roommate speak up.

"Back already, eh? What, he catch you peeping?" The man chuckled, playful with his words as he caught the distress look on Amory.

"Er, no--" he spoke firmly, then rubbing his cheek, a bit embarrassed to have someone question a failure of his. This wasn't the typical assignment nor situation at all. "He closed his curtains."

The abrupt, firm answers from the other, matched with the newly determined sheen in Amory's eyes lead the man to lift his eyebrows a bit, but he said no more. Instead, Amory continued quietly up the stairs, pondering how he had messed that up. Face feeling warm, his hands moved up to gently caress both of his cheeks, savoring the coolness of his slender fingers as he walked back to the safety of his room. He had to just rely on tailing the other the next morning to make the assignment work out, and while following after someone wasn't a foreign concept, this seemed to be all of a sudden. That light-haired cellist was surely causing a little stir for him, and he wasn't appreciating it.

Frustrated and embarrassed, he fell back into his bed, grabbing a pillow to cover his face and release an aggravated sigh into. Before too long, though he hadn't anticipated it, Amory fell asleep just like so. With his feet dangling off the end of the bed, a pillow over his face, and body resting atop the unmade sheets, he slept rather peacefully.

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Old 08-07-2014, 01:44 AM

His own music lulled him into a sense of heavy contentment, which may or may not have been helped along by two more half-glasses of wine before calling it an evening and turning off lights throughout the house. He didn't bother changing, and threw his clothes from the day over the chair in the corner of his bedroom and curled up under the lightweight dark blue duvet. It took a while to make his eyes stay closed, but it felt like just a few moments passed before a distant ringing made him blink his eyes open. Groaning, Reese sat up and shook his hair, sending it out of its little ponytail and all over his head, but pushing up and trudging across the room to the phone on the wall. He removed it from the receiver and put it to his ear, grunting wordlessly in greeting.

"Kessel is on the move." The voice was Demi, his boss. Immediately Reese perked up and blinked. "He's going to his hotel and sources tell me he's on his way to the airport."

"Airport...?" Though intrigued, Reese was still slightly asleep, and was having a hard time understanding. "Why's he goin'...? What time's it?"

"It's four-twenty."

"I-in the morning!?"

"Yeah. You gotta get out to The Basten and set up now. If he gets anywhere near the airport we'll lose him, we won't have a better chance than this."

Reese had at the time traveled as far away from the wall as the cord would allow, and was resting his head against the glass of the window that stared down at the expanse of shadowy green that led into the park behind the row of brownstones he lived among. He didn't have much time to think of a reply, but there was only one he could give while still being allowed to show up at work tomorrow. "Fine." He sighed. "How will I get there?"

"There's a vehicle en-route. It'll be there by the time you're ready to go." Demi sounded more enthused since Reese had responded favorably, but his last comment was cut off when Reese hung up and pulled new clothes out of his closet. There was no way he was going to sleep after finishing this job, and it'd take a good amount of planning in a very small amount of time. Pulling on a cream colored shirt and tie, and darker brown plaid pants and boots, Reese went upstairs for his cello case and then downstairs, and grabbed his hat, pulling it low over his eyes before lifting the wood case from over his rifle. He set the case on his couch and settled the weapon in its soft velvet-lined space, jumping when he heard a horn from outside. It wasn't odd for a vehicle to pick someone up this early, but Reese wasn't a morning person, and he hated the idea of getting out this way. Yawning widely, he closed the cello case and tossed it over his shoulder, grabbing a small black bag from beside the door as he stepped outside and locked his home tightly. Behind the wheel, a small man sat tapping out a tune Reese couldn't hear. He carefully loaded the cello and bag into the back seat and slid into the passenger side.

"I hate this." Reese said as greeting when the car pulled away. "I hate it all."

"Good morning to you too, Reese." The bespectacled man smiled, his voice light, as if it were about noontime and they were going for lunch. "We'll be four blocks away, but you'll have a clear shot of the entrance. He'll be accompanied by two men in red suits..." After that Reese tuned out. He knew what Kessel looked like and didn't need information on his entourage. As long as he didn't harm someone else his job would be done. A clean shot and he was finished. He put his head against the window and tried to doze amidst the drone of his driver and the faint, static-blurred music coming from the radio.

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Old 08-07-2014, 03:36 AM

A clumsy, thundering knock startled Amory out of sleep, and out of his small bed. With a high-pitched creak, followed by a rough thud, his shoulder smacked into it the dusty hardwood floor as he let out a startled cry. Mind and eyes heavy with sleep, he was only vaguely aware of the voice behind the door. Looking around the darkened room, he would slowly stand and grab the cream colored comforter he had taken down into a tangle with him. "The Hell?" He murmured, though he didn't address the incessant booming beyond his room, where the light coming from under the door shone far too brightly for his morning vision.

"Your man's on the move. There's a shady play going on." The voice urged, and Amory now understood that this was his roommate.

"He's going to the airport, man! Wake up!" It was his roommate telling him his target was going to the--

"Shit! What's he doing?! At this hour?" Amory's sense of awareness came back all at once, a hand running through his tousled hair to give it its best comb before he stumbled around to gather some proper clothing together.

"We don't know, but it's not looking good. He see you last night?" Tommy asked, as suspicious as Amory at this point. Why he had been up at this hour, Amory couldn't conjure, but it didn't take him long to come up with a reasonable guess. As he clumsily opened the door, now fully clothed and carrying a briefcase, he noted his roommate was still in his silk pajamas. He'd been woken by the boss to tell him this.

"I have to run! We got a car in the area?" Before Amory heard his answer, he had ran past Tommy, jumped the last two stairs of the brownstone and swung the front door open to see the black car waiting at the curb. A little relief passed over him as he jogged out to it, evening his breathing as he stepped in and cleared his throat.

"Morning, Jim. How's the wife?" He spoke casually, familiar with the man, and aware enough to hold a conversation after his mild panic.

"Not bad, kid, not bad." He chuckled, and the two made casual conversation for a good duration of the ride.

When they had both quieted, Amory took a deep breath and looked down at his hands, eyes tracing the scar over his knuckle as he tried to focus. What was his purpose for being out? Job at a local cafe, had to take the opening shift. Did he have weapons on him? Checking his pockets and waistline, he nodded. No. He had to be extremely careful about when he did carry one when Reese may notice any sort of outline.

As his driver pulled up to the curb at the end of the block, and he began walking casually down the street towards the airport's entrance, his eyes slowly scanned the area in front of him, seeing no sign of his target. Maybe he was already inside. What could he do to draw attention to himself, or get him to be seen at the very least?

Amory was drawing up a blank when his downward gaze seemed to altogether skip something of great importance. Another person. As he drew his head up to apologize, alert, he was met by a great red-clothed shoulder to his midsection. The pain throbbed as he was knocked back, unable to react in time. Cursing himself, he stared up at the man he had bumped into. He was dressed in a plain red suit, yet it was well taken care of. Probably freshly pressed-- this man had money. His eyes picked at details all the way to the shiny black toes of his shoes, one of which now carrying a bit of a creased dirt print. Amory cringed.

"What kind of blasted idiot are you, kid?! You have a death wish?" He yelled, fuming, face even reddening as he spat his words. A man dressed similarly, and also rather large, turned to stand beside his companion, sneering.

Click. Amory was getting his attention right now, and he had to milk it if he were going to seriously try for Reese's attention, if there were even a probability of him seeing this.

"I-God, I'm sorry! I just let my mind wander, ya know-" His words were carefully spoken, but came off thick as honey, and as clear as he could make himself.

"Pfft. Punk. Boss, can we deal with this? Allowing a clumsy runt to scratch your name doesn't seem right, and no one's around."

Amory actually felt a lump grow in his throat at this as the two men parted, and their boss reached down to grab Amory's collar and hoist him up. While Amory had quite a nice bit of lean muscle in his form, this man was a complete brute. The coldness emanating from him nearly had Amory shivering, and he had already felt so bare without a blade on his person. I'm a godforsaken idiot. I'll need to just let this go as far as possible. Carrying him like so, red-suited numbskulls gathering around him, they broke off of the street quickly, stopping just inside of the dark shadow the airport cast over an alleyway.

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Old 08-11-2014, 10:26 PM

Reese's head smacked against the window when a sudden turn slammed him to the right. Groaning in pain, he put his hand to the throbbing spot and massaged it gently, casting a glare to his driver. "Damn it, man... What the hell are you doing?" He glared down the road they'd flung off of, at the lights of the fading hotel they were supposed to be arriving near soon. "I thought we were going to The Basten, what's changed..?"

"Didn't hear the car phone ring, did you?" His driver indicated the box that was currently closed, and Reese blinked, shaking his head. "Demi called. Kessel is on his way to the airport now. I don't know why he's left early but if we have any chance of getting him without taking out anyone else we gotta do it before he gets into the airport."

"Great." Reese sat back and rubbed his sore head, pulling his hat low. He didn't need this, not so early. He wanted this to move smoothly and doing that was impossible now. They made their way into the expansive parking lot as a small group of red-clad men passed, and Reese grabbed his driver's arm. "Jesus, Tai, stop, I saw them!" The driver, Tai, slammed on the brakes in the pickup lane and Reese craned his neck. "Damn it... they have a civvie." He huffed. "Lemme out to the east, get your gun and get to the east tower. I'll take out Kessel and you pop off the rest after he's down."

"What about the civvie?" Tai asked, gunning the engine.

"He's got to be involved. I'll handle him somehow, if anything I'll distract him, knock him out and take him to a park bench to assume it was a dream or something."

"Works for me, boss." Tai smirked, and Reese cast a smoldering glare the man's way. He hated being called that. Even Demi would from time to time. He got out of the car near the east tower and pulled his bag and case out, throwing them both over his shoulder as the car peeled away to the parking garage nearby. The tower was attached to the garage and a stone staircase on the outside. Nearby, a security guard was going to his car. It was the perfect chance, between security shift change. Running up the stairs was difficult enough with his shoulders laden with the heavy equipment, but the tower roof was flat and it was worth it to see down into the alley the red-clad men and Kessel had brought their catch. He brought out his tripod and screwed it to the weapon base and fitted the infrared scope and focus onto it. He crouched down, bracing himself on the roof and taking his hat off, setting it beside him as Tai whispered his arrival and he heard a gun cock behind him. "Don't hurt the civvie." Reese breathed out.

There was no wind. He was glad for that. Correcting for wind changes was frustrating and it took time he didn't usually have, especially if he were hiding under a tarp or behind an air conditioner unit in the hot sun for hours before. Now, he had little room for error and even more incentive to kill this man. He was steps away from the entrance of the airport. Breathing out, Reese focused himself, gently tightening his finger on the trigger. He felt his toes curl lightly a moment before he fired.

The bullet tore through the air, the rifle shot muffled to sound more like a backfiring vehicle, and Kessel was down. He jumped up as Tai stepped up, opening fire on the rest of the red men as their leader fell and they dove for their hidden weapons, only to be shunted down in a firestorm of heated led a moment later. Reese collected his things, setting them aside for Tai to grab when he was finished, and hurried down the steps. Tai was steady enough with a semiautomatic weapon that Reese wasn't afraid for the civvie's life, unless he acted stupid and dove into the path of a bullet. Crossing the lot, Reese's ears were ringing, then silence fell, leaving an eerie type of quiet. Tai would get out before security made it to the tower, like the ghost he seemed to be from time to time.

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Old 08-11-2014, 11:45 PM

Amory's knees had just accepted the painful truth of the solid grey slabs of concrete he had ended up being dragged across when he was again lifted by the collar and slammed none too gracefully into a wall of solid brick. Taking the brunt of it with his left shoulder, he then quickly turned to face the three men there, cautious eyes narrowed in upon each of them. The shades of shadows in the area swept across their faces, leaving each a menacing gleam. These guys were true criminals, and for the sake of his act, he may actually end up paying for his carelessness. "Shit..." Amory felt cornered here, his mind whirring at ways to escape the scenario as he found a fist making contact to his chin.

Head slamming into the concrete, he bit his lip and refrained from fighting back for the time being, feeling caught in this situation between his little act and his actual skill level. It wasn't until one of the red-suited men revealed a switchblade that he had finally decided upon one of them. Amory could make use of a switchblade. It was just a case of taking it from the man, and ensuring that his cover wasn't blown to his target, then.

Before he made any decision about his dilemma, however, a single bullet pierced the air above his head, and he felt his eyes widen in response. Someone was making a move to take out this man. Not wanting to take the safety for granted, he tucked himself against the brick defensively as a men stepped out to take care of the two red suits, and even had the mind to lift his arms to cover his head. It was probably what a civilian would do, and as soon as he was clear out of danger, Amory went straight back to that train of thought-- he had to focus and be the civilian for this mission to go well for him. His eyes trained themselves on the area the man had previously been when he took out the two red-suited men, then shifted around the area carefully to search for anyone else in sight. He was almost certain of another gunman's presence in this, it was just a matter of where he would've been. It appeared to be more long-range, so he began thinking in terms of heights, or longer distances away. Cops wouldn't have acted this way. No one among his associates were in this part of town, as far as he was aware, and this wasn't quite the work of their signature. It was from another side. It may have been...

At the thought of his target, Amory thought to put on a front once more. He had to act, and he had to do a damn good job of it if there were anyone still watching. If he was thought to be a civilian, there were still string to be tied with him, in any case. Slowly, he removed his arms from their position around his head and took a deep breath. Shakily standing up and glancing down at the three bodies, one of his hands raised to his forehead as if he may be sick.

"God..." He spoke aloud, encouraging his voice to waver as he stumbled a few steps away from the scene, the shadows around them not quite seeming as dark without the aid of their menacing features.

"Anyone! Is anyone out there? Please, I was just..." he again spoke as if in shock, inwardly rolling his eyes at the pathetic cries coming from his own mouth. Unsure of whether there was anyone to come 'clean things up' with him, Amory was prepared to leave empty-handed from this, bloodied briefcase in hand as he ran a hand up through his tousled raven hair. Not feeling the extra weight of even any smaller blade up his sleeve, he was again reminded of how bare he felt, and sighed to himself, a bit of a pout forming on his lips at this whole situation.

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Old 08-12-2014, 07:14 PM

((SO sorry for the little reply..))

He was halfway across the road when he heard the calls, and that alone made him pause. There was no real urgency to that tone. No hysterical sobbing or breaking to his voice. It sounded slightly calculated. Like he wasn't used to playing victim. Like a play was what it was. He took a few more steps, shaking his head left and right to put himself in the right state of mind. Australian accent. He had a plethora of accents and languages at his disposal, having learned them in many crash courses with painful retaliation if he failed to master these abilities in the allotted time. Stepping into the alley, Reese cleared his throat to make his presence known. "Mate, you're in the wrong place at the wrong time and doing a mighty terrible job at actin'." He stopped far enough away to keep a relatively safe distance. What was this guy? Some kind of undercover cop? What kind of cop would let himself get caught? There was no way he had any weapons on him or he'd have used them before Reese had shot.

Shaking away the idea and sighing, Reese crossed his arms, looking down a the men at the stranger's feet. "You here on business?" He asked, and if the man was what Reese thought he was, he'd know what Reese meant.

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Old 08-12-2014, 07:45 PM

( No worries! Things took an interesting turn... On a separate note, have you been enjoying the RP so far?)

As he heard the other's voice pip up as he walked into view, Amory was thoroughly surprised to feel something of a wave of relief. Yes, a wave of relief. He should be frustrated, upset with himself-- he had very well just blown his cover, for crying out loud! Though he did suppose it had at least captured the other's attention, and at least Amory hadn't made it clear what his job description quite was. Maybe he could still play this off to his benefit. Maybe it could work. At least that pathetic civilian act didn't have to go on any longer. A small grin playing across his face at the amusement he found in this, Amory lifted his arms and stretched his slender figure, as if with a yawn, but more of to relax himself and loosen up his joints after that experience.

Only after that little stretch did Amory straighten himself up, squaring his shoulder to look over at Reese, one of his hands absent-mindlessly tendering his sore ribs. Letting out a low chuckle, he shrugged. "Hey, ya can't quite blame a guy wanting to know who saved his skin. That was a remarkable shot, after all." He replied casually enough, his tone much smoother than before, having more of a straight edge as there was actual weight put into what he said this time. His expression was focused, eyes trained on the other man, but this was a matter of caution, not of suspicious play. Amory felt much more like himself in this moment, and though he wished this situation hadn't played out as it had, he retained a sense of straightforward casualty with the other.

With the next words he went to answer, he hoped this casualty would prove helpful. "No, I wasn't here for action, maybe just as you said. I happened into the wrong place. I wasn't expecting ruthless thugs out yet this morning," he spoke honestly, not having been expecting to have to defend himself not attack anyone. He had been there to see what Reese was up to, but that didn't need to be said. "'Else I wouldn't have needed the help with them." He added a few moments later, casting his gaze down to the three bodies still lying beside him, one of his hands moving to plant itself on his hip as he did so. When his gaze lifted back to Reese, his other hand moved to brush his unruly black bangs from his forehead.

"I don't reckon you weren't here on business. Thanks for lending me a hand, anyway," he said with a soft sigh, picking up his blood-spattered briefcase. Lifting the sleeve of a dead man's arm, he casually wiped it off to reveal the black sheen of the leather once more. He walked towards the other casually, as to leave the alleyway, careful to not invade Reese's space. He didn't want to come off as a threat; that was not his purpose. "Coffee? It's on me. I can't handle a morning like this without it." He offered, one foot out of the alley, the other still in it's shadows as he cast a side glance at the other man. It was an innocent offer, but one he hoped to be intriguing enough to coax him into.

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