Boom Goes the Dynomite (Open, Assassin thread.)
Mar 19, 2010 10:02:13 GMT -5
Post by Prenten on Mar 19, 2010 10:02:13 GMT -5
When the only option is death...
Call me.
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Old Man
I had been sent to District Three. Not a place I enjoyed. Things like bombs, things that make loud noises and make it difficult for people like me to sneak around, were everywhere. It was the middle of March, and it was pouring rain. I pulled my beret down and flipped the collar of my trench-coat up.
"Damn it all..." I growled. I pulled out a soggy peice of paper. This paper happened to be my orders, right from my old friend, Ruby. My target was some old fart who was supplying a new type of bomb to the Capitol. Something called a 'Black Matter Peircer', or B.M.P for short. I wasn't sure what the weapon did, but I was quite sure it wasn't good for any resident of any District. I read the name and address.
Name:Scott Lorthen
"Scott Lorthen, eh?" The name rung clear in my head. I had went to school with Scott. A weird little shit, but he was bright. Very[/i] bright.[/color]
Age:88
"88!" I almost screamed the word. This guy was OLD.
Address: 4501 Hellion Lane, District 3.
Hellion Lane... That's where all the rich buggers lived. Obviously, the Capitol was supplying Scotty with some real dough for these bombs. I tore the little bits of paper up and threw them down a sewage drain. I could never be too careful. I began walking down the narrow street toward Hellion Lane, feeling my bones creak each step of the way...[/size][/color]
