The Assassins (2)

Wearing thick dark coats and boots, the four assassins halted for a moment as they entered the city of Occultatum having successfully dodged both McGrath and commoner detection thus far and any that did detect them...well, they are no longer in this world.

"John and Dave, it is up to you to take out the Chief and Vice Chief. Study them well and attack within an hour of one another so that they are not alerted.

"Jake, you will remove that insufferable Governor who dared to aid those who opposed us. While I will look for the Rogue and look for a chance to strike. Go."

With Marie's order the three men nodded and split into two groups as they headed to their respective locations. Their speed and dark clothing made them look more like passing shadows, as they wove between alleyways and on top of roofs to quickly head to their destination undetected.

'As for me, let us see if I can track down that annoying Rogue. According to what information the fools on the ground here were able to gather he should be heading towards the home of one of the Captains right about now.

'But his strength is not low, so much that the three Genus are too scared to take action themselves...not to mention another main family member of McGrath was spotted in the area.

'If they team up, I will be in a terrible position...When the Rogue gets the news of his allies being slaughtered in their beds I will see if I can find a chance to strike....'

And so Marie too dissipated into the night, the thirst for blood filling her body.

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Spending an entire night and day, the four assassins had confirmed the behavioral patterns of their targets and each of them communicated this with one another. Deciding on the times each of them would strike, they waited patiently until the time had come.

Dave hid underneath a bridge, the very same bridge that the meticulous Vice Chief would always pass under at almost the exact same in both morning and night.

"A man who does not waste anytime, my favorite kind. It makes so easy to eliminate them, ah, maybe I should play with him a bit before ending his life?"

Dave had a look of ecstasy on his face as he thought about it while something was rising, and it wasn't the morning sun.

"No, no...I should take this seriously. I can always find some other men to play with later..."

His phone started to play a tune, the one that he had set to play when the time had come for his prey to descend into the trap.

Lo and behold, as he had calculated there was the Vice Chief's car driving along a lonely road towards its impending doom. A simple car it was, but even if it was a massive truck it would still not help him in the slightest.

Descending down from his ambush spot, Dave landed on the hood of the car. Hearing this, the driver of the car suddenly accelerated which almost threw Dave off...almost. But the veins on his leg burst and the blood that spewed forth turned into fine threads that fasted his limbs onto the hood of the car.

Then with a flick of his wrist he sliced half of the hood clean off, throwing it behind him as the car continued to accelerate past the bridge and onwards at now its top speed of 100 MPH.

"What the?" cried Dave when he saw that the interior of the car looked completely different to the one that he had studied. Not only that, but the car had no one driving it...

On the back seat were piles of C4, primed and ready, and with a remote activation it exploded and engulfed the entire car in a fiery explosion.

All the veins in Dave's body burst temporarily, a cocoon of blood wrapped around him in a last ditch attempt to save himself from the ploy.

The shockwave turned his eyes into jelly, that was then evaporated by the heat. His eardrums had long burst and his skin was turned into charcoal as his bones started to fracture from the force.

Saving him from the heat, and most of the shrapnel, was his blood cocoon as he was thrust upwards into the air and landed on the ground. The force of the fall in addition to the insane speeds that he had been travelling at impacted against the cocoon, turning several of his internal organs to mush.

The cocoon receded back into his body, expertly reusing what he could while letting the rest fall to the ground. His bones were fractured or broken and his organs a mushy mess, but he still lived for he had focused his everything into protecting his brain.

His bones cracked and creaked as they reformed themselves and his organs, although with incredible amounts of pain, slowly grew back to their normal states.

He hacked and heaved, throwing up all the useless biological matter that had to be expelled.

Gunfire sounded, a lone AR, as a man wearing the tactical gear of DASF shot the quickly healing Dave.

Dave's arm shot out, impressively catching all the bullets out of the air without even looking.

"Thankfully my ear drums reformed first..." muttered Dave as he unsteadily stood up, his body still giving off grotesque sounds of repair.

"This is why I said to stick with what you are good with, most of those shots did not even hit" said a man with a wicked glare who had just finished loading two deagles.

The man who had shot shrugged while pulling out a grenade,

"Los sientos( Sorry), I am still used to my machete. These weapons are annoying to use..."

Saul just shook his head and waited for his partner to throw the grenade in the air, it exploding directly above Dave who reformed his cocoon in response.

While the cocoon was still active Saul stepped forward and went to work, shooting one of his deagles with perfect accuracy and stability despite the massive recoil.

The moment the deagle had fired its last shot he started firing the next one, while reloading the spent one as he shot.

Each bullet hit in exactly the same spot, a feat that could win the man world renown if he decided to shoot for sport without a doubt.

The fire was continuous as Sauls partner watched in shock, but not forgetting to grab another grenade and throw it when the time was ripe.

The amount of empty casings on the ground grew as each bullet was fired, the guns heating up from continuous stress and threatening to damage the system if he continued to fire yet he did not relent.

A clicking sound rang out, the fire had stopped and Saul had expended his last bullet.

"He should be dead after all that, right?" muttered Saul as he switched to an AR he had left on the ground, taking aim and waiting for the cocoon that had been penetrated several times to fall.

The moment it fell, revealing an even worse looking David who looked more like a cheese grater than a human being, a grenade was thrown and blew what was left of his body into smithereens.

For good measure Saul switched to his own AR and shot a few rounds into the smoke and threw his own grenade as well.

The two men, each with weapons in hand, waited until their vision cleared up once again...to be met with a ghastly sight of what used to be a man strewn all over the ground across several feet.

Some bits were still trying to heal, but without a constant supply of blood all efforts were doomed to fail as they shriveled and withered in real time.

"The Special Adviser was right, he was tough enough to survive that massive explosion. Good thing we were here to clean up the mess, but to be safe let's finish the job completely" said Saul.

In response his partner for the day, ran back and fetched two cans of gasoline and a lighter. The two drenched the leftovers of the monster they had slain and then from a safe distance they lit it aflame.

A small explosion occurred, from the massive energy stored even in the thinly applied gasoline, followed by a ravenous fire that sealed the long dead man's fate if he had any left whatsoever.

Pulling out his police communicator, Saul called in that the deed was done and the assassin sent after the Vice Chief was dealt with permanently.

Still, there were other assassins lurking in the darkness that remained out and about.