Only One Shot
Chapter 1: The Sniper
He lay in the darkness, his eye fixed through the telescope of his sniper gun he had specially made himself. It was a mix between an M-24 weapon and an M40A1 sniper rifle. Smirking, he made sure his stand was secure before picking up a cell phone and dialing a number. In a house somewhere a phone rang. A man wearing a t-shirt and boxers got up to get his phone. "Who the hell is calling at this ungodly hour…" the man mumbled as he scratched his head and picked up the phone. "Who the hell is this?" the man said harshly irritated. The man smirked from where he was hidden. There was slight silence on the phone before he heard the last thing he would ever hear: "It only takes one shot."
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Videl scowled as she parked her sleek Lexus and went under the flimsy yellow tape that held the public back. As she walked by the policemen eyed her. Though she was wearing black pants and a long sleeved white shirt with her badge at her waist, they still thought she looked hot. Sharpner's eyebrow rose as she came into the room and he slid over her. "Vid-baby!" Videl rolled her eyes and dodged his outstretched arms to take a look at the body. It was obvious it had been done at night seeing as he was clad in a shirt and boxers. The man was on the floor, a phone that had fallen off the counter next to him. His face was forever in shock and in the middle of his forehead was one bloody bullet sized hole.
"Det. Satan, Det. Pencil, we were able to get the last few words on the phone. It seemed it was late when Mr. Cortez answered it and the answering machine had picked up once he picked up the phone so it recorded it. (A/N: Don't you hate when that happens? Happened to me once…)" Everyone crowded around the phone and the computer specialist pressed a button. "Who the hell is this?" small silence then a scratchy voice "It only takes one shot." A small sound is heard followed by a thud. Videl frowned when that was all on the recording. "Well at least we know he's right about one thing." Sharpner began as he looked at his gold Rolex. "It only takes one shot."
Videl glared at his sarcasm and examined the scene. "Whoever the sniper was he was definitely smart." Videl commented as she inspected the body. "Aww, I guess Sharpner's ruled out then. Darn." The police officers snickered and Sharpner hmphed. "He obviously has a very expensive gun and extremely good aim if he was able to figure out the precise location the middle of his head would be. He also has good information since he knew Mr. Cortez's phone number." Soon the coroners came in and placed Cortez's body into a black body bag and carried it out. Videl examined the bullet hole and tried to see where the sniper would've been.
The only building she saw that was good enough was at least 900 yards away. Whoever could shoot something that far away and that accurate..."Damn he's a good sniper." Immediately all attention was on her. "The next building is at least 900 yards away and if I'm correct then it only took at the most 2 seconds the fire from there to here. Everyone was silent at that. "If I'm correct and he is accurate, he would probably on have one bullet in his sniper rifle…a very powerful sniper rifle…I suggest we find him fast. Eric can you use the voice on the answering machine to--" A shot pierced just as cleanly as the first through the glass, leaving another perfect bullet sized hole.
It hit the answering machine, destroying it with one clean bullet. There was complete silence before a police officer closest to the window's cell rang. Videl motioned for him to answer it and he nervously put it to his ear. "He-Hello?" It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. "It only takes one shot." Though faint, Videl heard it and rushed to push the officer down but too late, he crumpled to the ground with a hole in the middle of his forehead. Videl cursed and when she picked up the phone she heard what she surmised as a 'him' faintly say, "And I never miss." Before hearing the dial tone.
Cursing, she threw the phone and froze as she saw it burst into pieces and a bullet lodge itself deep into the wall. That was all it took to have everyone grab the dead officer's body and equipment, then dart out of the room. Far away on top of a building a man smirked as he began packing his equipment. He had seen through his scope the desired reaction of shooting the officer and the phone she threw. They were scared and that was exactly what he wanted. Pocketing his cell, he grabbed his business-like suit case and went down the elevator calmly. After he exited the apartment, his business suit blended him into the crowd.
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"Do you have any connections to any hit men in Satan City?" Sharpner asked calmly while Videl leaned leisurely on the wall. The drug lord in question snorted. He was not exactly happy since he was relaxing when they burst in and arrested him. "Do you think I'd actually answer that question?" Videl's closed eye twitched. That had to be the fifth time Sharpner asked him that question and the fifth time he answered like that. "Do you or do you not know any hit men?!" a pissed off Videl yelled as she pounded her fist on the table and created a dent. Sharpner backed up and the drug lord's eyes were equivalent to dinner plates.
"Y-Yes! Yes I do know hit men!" he said in a squeak and she smirked. "Now we're getting somewhere!" Sharpner took this opportunity to get something to eat since Videl was pretty much interrogating the drug lord now. "Now let's say you wanted to kill someone who could do the job accurately and 900 yards away. Tell me, who would you call?" Videl waited for the answer she thought would be coming but instead she got silence. "Winchester?" Videl growled. "Winchester was arrested 2 years ago and his gun only fired 400 yards, now tell me, who would you call?!" The drug lord pursed his lips and refused to talk.
"TELL ME!" Videl shoved him against the wall and beads of sweat started raining down his face. "I—I can't! That kind of hit man doesn't exist!" Videl shoved him back into his seat and he began wiping the sweat off his face. "Well he sounded real to me. He told me 'it only takes one shot'." The drug lord's face went from nervous to horror. "On-on-one sh-shot?!" Videl raised an eyebrow. "So you know who it is." His mouth opened but no sound came out. Then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped into the chair. Videl stared in surprise. "He fainted!"
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The drug lord wiped the sweat off his forehead and entered his house. He nodded to his guards and when he got to his room he looked out the window to see the cops circling his building. "They tapped the phones you know Luther." Luther jumped and turned around to see a man leaning on the wall in the shadows. He tried to turn on a light but it wouldn't turn on. "I cut off the electricity to this room. It'll turn back on when I leave." He wiped a bead of sweat from his head as he stared at the figure in the shadows and sat in his chair. "I-I didn't tell them anything I swear!"
He smirked. "I hope you didn't. My silencer wouldn't like that one bit." Luther paled and gulped. "The-They asked me who I would've called and I said Winchester!" The figure in the shadows scowled, though Luther couldn't see it. "Idiot, Winchester was caught at a street corner 2 years ago by undercover prostitutes because he loved to waste his money on them!" Luther looked to that spot again to see that he was gone. Starting to panic, he turned his head every which way around the room. "Wh-Where'd you go?!"
"Follow the cold shiver running down you're spine…" He sat perfectly still when he felt cold metal touch the back of his head. "They asked me if I knew hit men, I told them yes! The-Then they asked me who I would call if I wanted something done from 900 yards away, I told them that kind of person doesn't exist!" He heard a small click and sat as still as a statue. "Don't waste you're breath Luther. I bugged you before you went into the police building. They didn't catch it of course but it was there."
Luther paled to the point he was ghostlike. "I know what they asked you, what you said and…when you fainted." Luther began to stutter and the figure pulled out a rose with a message attached to it behind Luther. "You know Luther, now that I think of it they're going to be pressuring you since you fainted at the words of 'one shot' and I can't have that. You know my name." Luther began to cry as he pleaded with the man behind him. "Ple-Please don't hurt me G--"
Videl and the other cops saw a light from a gun from inside the house and rushed into the house with Luther's bodyguards. When they opened the door the lights mysteriously came on and they saw Luther sitting in his chair. His head face first on his desk and blood was dripping from it. A crimson red rose was in his hand and Videl took it out. It had a message attached to it and she pulled it out. "Is there a handwriting that we can use to trace him?" Videl shook hear head. "It's typed." She straightened it out and read it out loud. "He shouldn't have fainted."
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Ah a cliffy. Tell me what you think of it. I won't tell you to spare me and go easy on me just because this is my first fic. If you like it, tell me. If you're going to flame me then go ahead, charbroil my ass. How am I supposed to learn if you people don't tell me what you think? Don't worry though; good ol' Gohan is coming up soon. Wondering who the sniper is? Don't make any conclusions yet until you read the next chapter! That is if my readers like it of course. If no one likes it what's the point of making more chapters?
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