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Assassin Wars; Jerum's part of the SL
Topic Started: Jul 10 2005, 02:17 PM (334 Views)
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I was getting dark, going on towards 9:30 in the evening. Most people were in bed, asleep, by now.
Not so in Jerum's case. He had a job to do tonight.
And he intended to do it right.
He wore a baggy grey sweatshirt, and pants a size too big for him, heald at the waist by a belt. Such large clothing would distort his body, making it hard to determine his size. He also wore a floppy green hat, cameoflage style, with his hair stuck into that, so somebody couldn't tell his hair length, style, cut, etc.
A pair of reflective sun glasses were over his eyes. It would do no good to do all this, if they could identify him by his cyberoptic eye.
He carried no gun, wore no armour. He looked fairly normal, for it was a cool, windy evening, with the possability of rain.
Shoved into the waist of his pants, heald by his belt, was a long dagger, nearly a foot and a half long, with a deadly sharp edge. Over his hands, were a pair of gloves. No fingerprints.
Tonight, he was sure, Noah would die.
In his own time, AIDS was no issue. It was cureable. Here, it was, and this one knew a bad secret about it.
Thus, he had to die.
It was late, but not so late, that the guy would be asleep yet.
Glancing over his shoulder, one last time, Jerum knocked on the door.
He had to wait several moments, nearly half a minute, before there was an answer to the door.

"Can I help you?" asked the man, Noah, by the description he had gotten.

"Yes," Jerum said. Looking over his shoulder, he gave a glance to his motorcycle, then back to Noah.
"My bike broke down. I used the last of my money to fill up on gas, a while back. This is a bit embaressing..."
He gave a sheepish, lopsided grin, before continuing.
"Could I use your phone quick? It won't be more than a minute."

Noah looked him over for a moment, then looked to the bike. Jerum did look like he belonged with the bike.
"I suppose," Noah said, stepping aside.

"Thanks. I'll be quick."

Indeed, he planned on being quick. Five minutes.

"The phone's to the left, in the first room."

Jerum made for that way. Behind him, he could hear Noah going up the stairs.
Quickly, Jerum gave the phone a yank, pulling the cord from the outlet.
Then, he made for the stairs, moving as quietly as he could.
He could hear Noah in one of the rooms, preparing himself, he presumed, for bed. The closing of a door, probably a closet, and the sound of quiet humming.

The time for stelath was over. Now, he just had to not be so loud as to alert the people next door.
Quickly, he opened the door,advancing rapidly into the room.
Noah turned, looking at him wide eyed. He was just leaving the closet.
"Noah Musagaki, you have information your company does not like you having...For threatening to reveal it, you must die."

Noah looked at him, then made a dash for his bed. Nearby, at its head, was a small pistol, for home defence.
At the same moment that Noah reached the gun, Jerum reached Noah, knife in hand.
As he turned, Jerum stabbed forward with the knife, punching through the poor man's gun hand.
With a half groan, half wail of pain, Noah released the gun from his useless hand.
With his free hand, Jerum delivered a punch the the man's jaw, silencing his wails of pain.
Yanking the blade free, Jerum bent over Noah.
"Such is it in my own time. You do not dare betray those who you work for. If you do, you die."
Without further time wasting, Jerum slit Noah's throat.
Turning, he looked at the gun. It was missing three shells. Well and good, let them think he had used a gun, and missed, then stabbed the man. Let them think, in his haste, that he had left the gun behind.
Bending down, Jerum wiped the blood from his dagger on Noah's night shirt.

"Thanks again," he called, as though calling to the upstairs, before closing the door.
Mounting the motorcycle, he rode off, as though, in reality, all he had done was make a phone call.
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