Hitman [HR and Loki221]
Ryleigh Anderson. Daughter of the infamous Adele Anderson and the top notch CEO of one the biggest technological companies, Frank Anderson. Considering they were her parents, the only thing she'd really gotten from them were her brains (obviously from her father) and her looks (from her mother). Other than that, Ryleigh was far from the person her parents wanted her to be. Rather than focused on looks, she was focused on learning. Ryleigh Anderson did not want to be a model, and because of being female, her father wouldn't let her take over the family business he'd created - not to say that he didn't have someone lined up for the job, someone that Ryleigh did not agree with. Which led to the fact that she really only did have her looks and brains in common with her parents.
The redheaded, emerald eyed girl, loved to read and had her heart set on being a writer instead of a model. The only thing her parents approved of was the fact that she was a well behaved, good mannered girl that never stepped out of line. In fact, Ryleigh had never been in trouble in her life. She'd never smoked or drank, she'd never been to a party or a club, in fact, she only had a small group of friends that all fell into the nerd category, except for one of her closest friends, Lainy. She was as wild as a party animal could get and completely different to Ryleigh.
"When are you planning on getting a guy anyway?" Lainy asked Ryleigh, a conversation over the phone that was on loudspeaker while she was stacking books.
"One day. There is someone out there for me, Lain. He'll come when fate says."
"All that shit about fate... You do know that fate and God and all that don't exist right?"
"You might not believe in it, but I do." Ryleigh leafed through another book before stacking it on the shelf. It was near closing time of ten o'clock in the evening. The place was empty as far as she knew and she only had a few books left to put back on the shelves before she could do one last check, close and lock up for the night.
"You're never going to get a guy. You don't wear make up. You dress too conservatively and---"
Ryleigh looked down at her clothes. A baby pink button up shirt and some demin jeans. What was wrong with that?
"---you never go out anywhere..."
"I hang out in coffee shops. Maybe my true love is there." She cut Lainy off.
"You're true love isn't in a coffee shop. Anyway, I've got to go. I need to phone Hannah and get her to give me the answers for the Math homework at my school. You know what my teachers are like. I should transfer to your school. If only I had the money." She laughed. "Anyway, I'll see you later, okay? And go out and find a guy!" Lainy didn't fail to remind her before hanging up.
Ryleigh sighed, pocketing her phone. "You say finding a guy is easy as if one's just going to fall out of the sky in front of me." She spoke to herself as she put the last book on the shelf before wheeling the cart back to the desk. "A guy isn't just going to come out of nowhere and I certainly don't want a drunk one at some party who just wants you-know-what." She continued to talk to herself as she started to shut down the computers.
And that was the normal life of Ryleigh Anderson.
Dante walked slowly down the streets, enjoying the breeze against him in the night. He hadn't had much free time in longer than he could remember. Dante Weller, son of the infamous Christopher Weller. Dante appeared to be a normal guy to most, but few knew that when he looked at someone he could calculate over a hundred different ways to end their life and leave them without a trace. He sighed softly as storefront by storefront passed by. This wasn't the life he really wanted. Sure the money was good, and there were few people in the world that would be able to really threaten him due to his training, but it just wasn't what he was looking for. The only reason he stuck with it anymore is because he knew his father. His father would stoop to any level to get what he wanted, that is, afterall, how he became a top level assassin that the government looks over because even they utilize his services. His father would torture the one person in Dante's life that had ever showed him care. His mother. He would not allow her to be tortured just because he didn't want to kill people.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he took it out to look at the number. He answered quickly with the same code he always used for contacts. "Prime Minister, what a pleasant surprise! How may I be of service?"
"Can the shit! We have a real problem on our hands here. Jesse has decided to go against all orders and go on an assassination of an American government official that we have been ordered to protect by any means necessary. He shouldn't be far from your position, last intel we received showed him about three blocks from the bookstore to your right near the end of the street. Sweep the area thoroughly and flush him out. Eliminate him at all costs and avoid being captured by anyone. Payment will be double standard for the priority of the mission."
Dante didn't even have a chance to ask about equipment before the call was ended. He put his phone back in his pocket and felt his gravity blade that had been given to him as a child brush against his hand. At least he wasn't completely unarmed. He stretched his arms out wide and shook off the sloth-like feeling from lazily walking about the streets. As much as he wished he could just continue, it was time to get to work.
Ryleigh finished shutting down the computers. She finished making sure everything was in place. She made sure everything was tidy and organised for the person coming into work tomorrow morning. Once everything was perfect, she closed up the place and went to walk home. Ryleigh was a perfectionist. It practically bordered on a type of OCD. Everything had to be perfect. Her work, her room, her life. She made list upon list to keep everything organised so she knew what she was doing or what she needed. She was safe, careful, predictable.
"I don't know why Lainy thinks I need to find a guy. I'll find one at some point. I don't need to have a guy right now. Not everything is about guys." Ryleigh had a habit of talking to herself to sort out any problems when she knew no one was around to hear her. They'd probably think she was crazy if she did it around people.
"It's not like I'm old anyway." She turned around and walked out into the street, bumping straight into someone having not known they were there. And when she looked up and saw that it was a guy, she was worried immediately. A guy alone on the street; a girl also alone. Ryleigh was immediately cautious. And nervous. And scared.
"Sorry. I didn't see you. Sorry." Ryleigh immediately mumbled, having taken a few steps back and not even looking at the guy now, staring at the ground.
Dante caught his balance immediately after being bumped into and made sure the woman that had bumped into him was alright. "It's fine. You should be careful out here like this. Dangerous people lurk in the shadows", he said, thinking of an idea to maybe get some information. "I'm looking for one such person myself. My name is Special Agent Romirez with the FBI. I'm looking for this man." He pulled out his phone and brought up a picture of Jesse to show her. "He's wanted nationwide for murder, torture, arson, racketeering, and most of all treason. He is extremely dangerous and must be brought to justice by any means. The last tip we received said he had been in this vicinity not too long ago. If you know anything about him, I need to know before he can cause more trouble."
Finding him might be a little easier than I first thought. Mainly depending on if she has any information or not, but still to help ease her mind... "Regardless of if you have information or not, I can arrange a ride for you by another agent if you so wish. If you have a vehicle, then I can arrange an escort. Civilian safety is number one during times like these."
He waited patiently to see if she knew anything. Her answer could make this a quick job, or drag it out to be more trouble than the payment was going to be worth. Either way, he didn't have a choice until he could figure out a way to get his mother away from his father's retaliation if he were to just disappear from the radar. Hmm... Things are always more troubling than they first seem... Fate has a strange way of working to put someone in a spot like this...
Ryleigh was immediately on edge as he spoke about someone dangerous in the area, but also as he mentioned that he was an agent. Were agents in coats and glasses? Weren't they supposed to be together? It made Ryleigh immediately suspicious of the man in front of her and she glanced at the photo of the man. Had she seen him? She didn't think so. "He might have passed, but I'm not sure. He hasn't been in the bookstore but I wouldn't have noticed if he'd passed or not. It's dark." She told him.
But was he the bad person?
"Can I see your badge?" She asked. "It's illegal to impersonate an officer." She managed to mumble out, having already taken another few steps away, back towards the shop. It was obvious that she was a little scared. "And I'll make my own way home. I don't get in cars with people I don't know. Agents or not." She wanted to make that clear. Something didn't feel right with this. Something felt odd.
"Have you got a number I can call if I do see the person you want? I'll call if I see him." She added, not wanting to seem uncooperative or make herself a target even. She was definitely going to go back inside and call a cab after this. Or her father's chauffeur. She knew him. She could trust him.
And she wasn't sure if this guy was telling the truth. He looked a little young for it. But maybe he was an agent. Maybe she was just been overly suspicious.
Damn not having my normal equipment... I don't have a choice but to pacify her and leave her out of the way. I can't deal with the actual authorities trying to trail me while looking for him... He reached into his coat, acting like he was grabbing a badge case. He was going to have to strike fast and hard to make sure it worked, he hated having to do anything to someone other than his target. He didn't feel anywhere near a professional. He was about to strike when a shadow a little ahead of them caught his attention. He immediately pulled his hand out and stepped past the woman. "Get inside miss, for your own safety." He watched the shadows until he saw the figure again and caught a glimpse of its face. He had wanted this to be a sneaking operation, but he needed to maintain cover as well. He inhaled deeply and shouted as he took off toward the figure. "Jesse! Enough running! You're coming with me and paying for your crimes!"
Jesse's eyes widened and he started running away into an alleyway. Dante reached into his pocket and withdrew his blade after turning down the alley and getting out of sight of the woman that had been talking to him. He chased Jesse down until they reached a dead end. Jesse stopped and turned around, settling into a defensive stance and staring down Dante. "So Dante, you found me. I knew you were looking, but I hadn't planned on you stopping like that. I thought you had lost my trail. You really are your father's son aren't you? Thinking of such a technique at such a young age." Jesse reached behind him to pull out a silenced pistol, ready to kill. Dante threw his blade, burying it into the soft tissue of Jesse's throat. Not before a shot got off and grazed his arm though. He felt blood began to trail down his arm and cursed under his breath. Why didn't I just throw the knife when he stopped instead of listening to him talk?
He retrieved his knife and picked up Jesse's body. He dumped it inside the dumpster and made a phone call to one of his 'clean-up' contacts. "Hey I got a job for you in the dead end alley off of 27th NW, right past the intersection with Margaret St. Less than an hour and I'll triple the pay, any longer and the pay is standard." He checked Jesse's body in its hiding spot one more time before he left and found the right type of badge case. It was dark enough that she wouldn't see the actual ID anyway, just the badge. Maybe this would work out alright. He pocketed the badge and gripped his shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding as he began walking back to where the woman had been. If she was still there, that is.
Ryleigh frowned as he put his hand into his pocket. What if he pulled out a gun instead. She was just about to speak up when he got distracted himself and ordered her to get inside. Okay, so maybe he was a good guy and not a bad guy. She had to stop getting herself worked up. Assuming every guy was a bad guy was beyond stupid. It was more like paranoid. As soon as he ran off though, Ryleigh found her keys and moved back into the bookstore before locking the door behind her.
She was going to call the police, but she figured they must already know if an agent knew and was on the case. Police were probably set up elsewhere, especially if they weren't exactly sure where he was. And the agent hadn't told her to call the cops either. It was best not to, obviously. So Ryleigh stayed in her bookstore with only one small light on and focused on reading a book while trying not to worry. She did jump half a mile though when someone suddenly appeared at the door. She relaxed, only a little though, when she saw that it was the FBI agent that had been looking for the guy. Obviously he hadn't caught him because he wasn't there, but maybe others had taken him away and he came to reassure her that it was safe now.
Ryleigh came over to the door, unlocking it and only then noticing the graze on his arm. "You should come in. You've cut your arm. Let me get the first aid kit." Ryleigh locked the door once he was in again, not realising the situation she'd potentially put herself in. Locked alone in a store with someone she hadn't confirmed was an agent.
"Did you get him?" Moments later she was coming back with the first aid box, pulling a chair out and asking the man sit so that she could tend to the wound. "This needs to be disinfected. You don't need hospital treatment though, which is good." She told him. "Just disinfectant and a small gauze and bandage." If he sat then she'd treat his wound.
Dante shook his reluctantly at the question. "No, he got a shot off and got away when he wounded me. I've got other agents and the local police following where he ran towards." He reached in his pocket and pulled out the badge, flashing it quickly for her with the ID covered. Most people were fine with just the badge, it's not like they were easy to come across anyway. "That's what I meant to show you earlier before the distraction. It's good to be cautious though, the world isn't always as pretty as movies and books would make it out to be."
He sat in the chair and removed his coat so that she could treat his arm. Minute amounts of pain tried to tingle through his arm, but he just ignored them. He'd been through worse. This one didn't even need stitches. He was thankful for the treatment, it would keep him from having to find a back alley doctor that wouldn't ask questions. He sighed, annoyed at himself. He still didn't understand how he had been so careless. He really needed to step up his game if he was going to liberate himself and his mother from this kind of lifestyle.
"Anyone can fake a badge. You can get kids ones at stores now." Ryleigh wasn't stupid. She was so overly cautious about safety that it was always on the brain and she thought of everything for every situation. Most would say she was paranoid. Ryleigh called it cautious and prepared for every situation. Except this one. But she still had some sense about her to let him know that she wasn't stupid and that she knew people could fake anything these days. But maybe she was stupid, because she actually believed him without further inspecting his badge. She was too focused on fixing the wound.
"I took first aid class. You never know when you might need it for someone or yourself. It's always good to be prepared you know?" She rambled as she dabbed the iodine on to disinfect the wound before placing the small gauze over the room and bandaging it up. "Well, I don't think you're going to die." She smiled a little at her own joke.
But now it was time to get serious. "Look, I... thank you for warning me about that guy on the loose. I need to lock up and get home now though. So thanks for everything. And you're all healed so you can go back to your agents and pretend that you didn't get hurt or let him get away. I've got a test to study for before bed and everything. So, I'll give you a call if I hear anything about that guy."
And Ryleigh hadn't even introduced her name. She'd totally forgotten. But her appearance was well known. With a model mother how could it not be known who her parents were when they were constantly in the media limelight, even if she kept herself out of it.
"I really hope you catch the guy though and bring him to justice." And Ryleigh gathered her stuff up, prepared to still walk home. She was going in a different direction to where the man had gone, and it was only ten minutes, a straight road and two right turns before she'd be on the richest neighbourhood in the city and home. This she deemed safe.
Dante nodded. "If you have any concerns, you're more than welcome to call the bureau and ask them yourself if Agent Romirez was in this area looking for Jesse. They'll tell you what I was wearing right down to the scratches in my shoes. Anyway, it's probably not safe to walk alone. Despite the agents after him, this man is one of the most dangerous men in the country." He put his coat back on and walked to the door. "It's your choice though, I can't force you to take an escort." I can't believe the job got done with few enough problems... Something seemed really familiar about the girl, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it right then. He shook off the feeling, he'd never see her again after tonight anyway. Not unless she somehow managed to find herself as a target one day that is.
He put away the thought and waited by the door. "I wait for you, it is your store after all. I believe most store security policies state that the closing employee is required to operated all locks and unlocks after hours. No need in getting you in trouble with your boss." He almost had a plan to get out of the business once and for all. One final assassination with only a few details left to work out. He would have to cut the head off of his father's organization and watch it collapse internally. While it was collapsing, he would take his mother and they could go on out of the life forever.