Treadstone 71
Inuyasha is part of a kill squad that operates for American government. He's the trigger man. Him and his team has carried out many, many missions. But what happens when he falls in love with one of the targets?
Written from Inuyasha's POV
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"Awaiting orders sir."The small ear piece hidden by my hair said. I recognized the voice as Jason. He was sitting on a rooftop, his rifle in hand. We had waited months for this. There was no room for error.
"Hold your fire. Survey one, report."
"Survey one, reporting."
Survey one was Ryan. There are no last names. That way no one can track us easily.
"Target status."
"Target is in the 18-2 corner. Just as planned. He's alone and unarmed."
Good that would make things easier.
"This is Survey two: I can see you in the window."
I opened the door to the man's office. He looked up from his desk. I felt my hand grasp the gun in my pocket. The silencer had been digging into me since I got into the elevator.
"Can I help you?"
I was about to pull out my gun.
"Survey one to lead, Hold! Civilian heading in your direction."
"Excuse me… can I help you?" The man asked again. This is where knowing your target comes in handy.
"Mr. Stokes, head of sales of security systems?"
"That is me."
I stalled waiting for Survey one's signal that the civilian wasn't coming into the office.
"I wanted to talk to you about getting one for a three story house."
He motioned for me to take a seat. "How many entrances did you have, Mr… I didn't catch a name."
"Rapier." I said simply.
"Mr. Rapier."
"Three, one in front, back, and the left side."
He nodded. "Then I would suggest a T-128 model. It has several motion sensors, and three keypads. It also includes two security motion lights and one panic button."
I nodded.
"Survey one, civilian is outside the doorway, continue to hold."
"What else can you tell me about it."
"Well… what do you want to know?"
"Survey one, she's moving, you in the clear."
"If there really is a light at the end of the tunnel."
"I'm sorry… say that ag---"
"Sorry, didn't catch that." I said. Shoving the gun back into my pocket.
I raised my watch back up to talk.
"I'm all clear here. How's it looking out there?"
"Survey two to lead: your all clear as far as I can see."
"Survey one: same here."
"Sniper one: No police presence."
Good. Very good.
I quietly closed the door behind me. Getting into the elevator for the slow ride down.
"Survey one, survey one! Civilian just went into the office! Police band radio says that the cops are on their way."
Shit. So not everything goes as planed.
I pressed another button, getting off on a different floor.
"Survey two: the police have called SWAT, do you think we are blown?"
I went into the stare way. "Not yet, but play it safe, walk away."
"Survey one: I copy."
"Survey two: Copy."
"Sniper one: copy."
That was the rules of the game. Take no chances.
I took some sun glasses out of my pocket. Specially made for my… condition.
Walking out of the building I made it a little ways down before three cops cars and a van sped up.
Rule one: Take no chances.
Rule two: Make no mistakes.
Rule three: Don't look back. No matter what.
Rule four: They don't have to shoot at you, for you to shoot them.
I walked to the bus stop. Getting on the bus and heading for the downtown area.
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2 Days Later
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"Hay, Inuyasha, we've got a call. We need to get down to base, right now."
Jim, survey two, said as he pounded on my bedroom door.
He knew about my… ears… but that didn't stop him from pounding and yelling.
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US TD71 Base
13:30:06
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"Good morning gentlemen." The director said.
"Bite me." I hissed. I was not happy about being woken up at three in the morning for this shit. Even if it did pay well. "What's the job."
Jason rolled his eyes. "Inuyasha: So polite, isn't he?"
The director rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, we have a mission for you."
"No shit." I hissed again.
"I don't care if your tired or cranky, either shut the hell up and get paid, or get the fuck out and don't."
"Only for the money." Is said, closing my eyes and putting my feat up on the table. The boots connecting with the table boomed in my ears. I turned my hat around as he began again. A picture showed up on the projector.
"Meet Journalist Kagome." He said. I opened my eyes. Paying attention. Almost cursing myself for not walking out as I noticed how beautiful she was. Wait, this was a job… a contract, keep it strictly business.
"She has some information on our little project. We believe that she is going to publish it in the next issue of the New York Post. We cannot afford this. You need to take her out."
I nodded, looking at my co-workers.
"What's the details." Jason asked. Opening a file folder that had just beep slid to him.
"She is twenty, single, and has no children. She's a model civilian. Not even a parking ticket. Parents died when she was young. Been shipped around to several different homes."
"Residence." I asked. Opening my folder, thumbing through it.
"Simple two story home. We acquired floor plans from the builder. They'll be in your files."
I looked at Jason. "Possible strike point?"
He nodded and asked. "Security?"
"Light, best thing I could find was a small alarm system. Not hard to get around."
"What about weapons."
"Has a licensed fire arm. Colt 1911. But from what I've seen, you shouldn't have any trouble with that Inuyasha."
He stopped for a minute to flick the lights back on.
"Now listen, I don't want this to go public to it is a two part mission. Get anything you can find on Treadstone out of there, and make it look like she committed suicide. Do you understand?"
"Yah, whatever." I said, gathering my folder and walking out. Stopping in a nearby bathroom to splash water on my face. This was going to be tough.