Steady...just need a calm hand...and to take this shot before the wind changes too much...

Eric lay in wait from a condemned building, running final mental calculations and adjusting his aim to account for how outside forces would change the bullet's course. He adjusted the scope slightly left once more to account for a slight increase in wind speed. Once he checked, double-checked and was certain of his shot, he took in one final breath and another few seconds. Just had to make certain the execution played out accordingly. He exhaled and pulled the trigger, bracing against the recoil as he had grown used to from use over time. Once the rifle came to rest again, he used the scope to peek straight back at his target. A clean shot, right to the temple, and the target was already on the ground and bleeding by the time Eric focused back on him.

Got him...if he's not dead now, that's not something he'll survive for long. Time to collect from Patch.

Eric collapsed his rifle stand, slid his rifle back into his back holster and collected his stand before he sprinted out for the exit. He ran all the way down from the 15th floor to the basement, using a secret exit he scoped out the day before. He had it there in the event the cops arrived before he could make a clean break on the ground floor, and sure enough, he had to use it with sirens blaring and cops dashing in all directions. He proceeded to use the alleys as cover to make his way back to Hellhouse.

I should be in the clear now...at least, out of the range of the police...

Eric's eyes kept shifting occasionally, trying to pay attention as subtly as possible without drawing attention.

Deadpool was watching from a building not too far away with is walk-man playing out loud. He not care at all if anyone heard him. Even if they tried to stop him, he would never be killed. He saw a guy in a sniper perch knowing that he was trying to cash in a bounty. Shit...thats the guy I was going to get. He better get the fucking job done.He thought to himself. The voices in his head were arguing back and forth about how he should just kill him himself but he did not want to be too much of a dick. As he saw the guy make his escape he ran after him. He wanted to have a good ass reason for him stealing his bounty. As he saw him head down an alley, he could hear the poor little police officers on their way to clean up this dudes mess. He ran faster able to sneak up on him fast enough grabbing his shirt from the back and slamming him into the wall. "HEY!! What the hell!!! You took my damn bounty!" He said to him. He had to speak louder through his mask. "Do you even have a clue who I am?" He said sticking his face inches from his face. "Come on man...Talk!" He said loudly. He was pissed. He needed to talk to that guy to get his boss. Now he would have to start all over. God this dude had no idea how much planning was involved with this job. He just pulled the trigger and didn't ask any questions. He thought to himself waiting on his answer.

Eric was stopped when someone shouting him down eventually caught up and pinned him to the wall.

This guy's holding me up! ...Damn...I can't get out...

After a moment of struggling, he realized he wasn't going anywhere. He would have to answer this psycho's questions in some vague hope he would at least be let go.

"Your bounty? Last I checked, this was my bounty. I have documentation to prove it." Eric reached for his pants pocket and pulled out a small, gold card with the Sister Margaret's logo on one face and shorthand instructions for the hit on the other. In the bottom-right corner were two signatures--the top one from the paying client and the bottom one from the operator who handed Eric the assignment--"Patch."

"I have some idea of who you are. I've heard you're one of the best out there. My past employers haven't been too keen on dealing with someone of your...mental state to call on someone like you. Only question is if I can verify if it really is you. You and about five thousand other wiseguys in this country run around with that costume on. How do I know you're not just a really buff cosplayer?"

@Protoman

Deadpool laughed when he said he was a cosplayer. "Haha...You want some proof." He said as he grabbed a knife off his side holster stabbing his free hand leaving a gaping hole. "SON OF A $@%#&!" He screamed out as he pulled out the knife holding the hand in front of him. "If I was a cosplayer...My body would not do this." He said as he watched the hole in his hand start to close back up. "And I don't care about that dumb card. I was going after someone worth a lot more then that dumb henchman you just killed. I needed that spit fuck to give up his bosses location and now I cant interrogate a dead man." He said as he moved his hand and pushed him harder into the wall. "Who is going to clean this mess up now? That's right I have to." He said getting more pissed off.

Eric winced when he watched Deadpool stab his own hand and scream, his revulsion quite apparent at someone willing to cause great injury to themselves just to prove a point. Once Deadpool's hand began to close up and regenerate, he seemed more stunned for a bit until he snapped back to his normal focus upon hitting the wall.

"I'm convinced you really are the motormouth merc. And now, I see what you're saying. You wanted my target to lead you to your ultimate target. Unfortunately for you, whoever commissioned this deal through the Hellhouse wanted him dead sooner than you could find him. It's not really in my place to question why someone wants a hit. Least of all, because it may or may not involve some wild card like you. Though, your involvement has piqued my own curiosity in this ordeal as well. I'm wondering if I ended up doing someone's dirty work because they fear you or if it's just by coincidence I happened to off someone useful to you and they had another reason. Although, they did offer quite a bounty to take care of him..."

Deadpool looked around as he heard more police cars arriving to the near by to the crime scene. "Damn...We cant talk here. Lets go to the bar. You are now going to have to help me find the big boss and make him suffer." He said letting him go with hesitition. "Oh and if you run, I am not afraid of cops if I need to take you out." He said with a twisted sense of humor. "Now come on...I'm could use a damn drink anyways." He said heading towards Sister Margaret's.

I'm just glad there's a way out of dealing with this guy alive...and without having to try to fight him. I don't suppose he'd be up for a sniper's duel.

Eric hurried with Deadpool away from the scene of the hit and ducked down with him inside Sister Margaret's. Once they were inside and secure in dodging the cops, Eric passed along his card to the barkeep, who later returned with his cut of the contract payment. He took a bit of it out and passed it back to buy a whiskey shot for himself to start off and open up a tab with some credit.

"How about drinks on me today? I did just get paid."

Even if it was at his expense. I need to work my way onto his better side, from how he sounded and how ready he seemed to make me pay in some other way for messing with his mission.

Deadpool laughed as he said he would pay. "Good cause I never keep my wallet on me when I am wearing the suit. It seems to always get in the way." He said laughing as he asked the bartender for a jack and coke. "You have no idea how big this job was. I can't believe I may have to start over again. I have been working on finding this Mass Communications CEO for three years. He has been hiding his true business as placing power lines...but he is actually starting small wars in impoverished nations." He said as the bartender came back with his drink. "I'm definitely no hero...but I can't just let him get away with it." He said as he took a swig from his drink.

This guy might be talkin' absolute bullshit. A CEO with motive to fund wars all over the third world? At the same time, though, he seems more crazy than dishonest. If anything, he's probably too honest...

"Sounds like some fish you're wanting to fry. Sounds like someone they wanted me to believe I was helping to take down when I was in the Marines. In all reality, we were just cleaning up America's messes in the Middle East. Some renegade getting too big for his britches, even if he was on our side when we feared communists more than terrorists? Too bad. He had to go. God and the President know who else we were sent out to kill who used to work toward America's interests." He polished off one shot and bought another.

"You know, if what you're saying is true, this last gig is pretty much like what I was doing in the Marines. Kill for the greater interest, especially when that interest is money. Maybe this time, I can at least pretend like I'm doing something good."

Deadpool took another drink from his drink by pulling up his mask a small amount only showing his chin and lips. "Yeah...that I can relate to your time in the service. I was also in the military for quite some time." He said lowering his mask as he killed his drink. "I would like to mention that the bounty on the CEO is in the millions for pay out." He said looking over at the guy. "I could use extra help if you are wanting to make a lot of money." He said tilting his head. "I never caught your name actually." He looked over at him hoping he would catch the hint.

"Well, in that case, that'd be a helluva lot bigger than these gigs now and then that paid out 5, 10 grand tops. Especially if that's what this guy is paying to off the stepping-stone lackeys to him. He's throwing chump change to keep his enemies from tracing him. And if this is the core of his operation, sounds like he'd be my enemy, too. At least for the money, I'd be glad to help you. And...even if I may regret telling you this, my name is Eric Posner. I've been using several different names to keep cover. I keep a rotation of IDs and take a different one out each mission just in case. Legally, I'm dead."

Deadpool laughed when he said he was legally dead. "Looks like we share that in common. That's why I never ever go by my old name. Deadpool works enough for me." He said as he looked around the bar. A small brawl was starting up in the far back corner. "Ah...They are at it again." He said with a sigh. "And I didn't even get to stir them up. No fun..." He said crossing his arms as he watched the fight. "I am sure we can work out a way to split the reward one way or another." He said as he watched the fight to see who would win.

This guy's more like me than I ever would have thought about an hour ago, when he had me pinned in an alley demanding why I killed someone. Probably should take on an alias I'm not using to stay under the feds' radar...at least, something for other associates.

"Of course we can work out the details of the take once we actually have it. Getting there sounds like several undertakings unto themselves." Eric turned to where Deadpool had his attention, now with a couple of others engaging in a separate scrap. "You seem more like someone who prefers a fight up close and personal. I'm not too keen on that. I trained in hand-to-hand, but I prefer putting some distance between us. Or having it between us in the first place."

Deadpool laughed when he said he preferred up close and personal. "I do prefer it, but only with people that deserve to suffer. If I can I would much rather kill them with guns from a distant but since I am practically un-killable... I have preferred up close and personal as of late." He said as more people started to get involved with the fight. "HEY YOU BASTARDS! Cool down! Don't tear up my only hang out spot!" He said as everyone else started to break up the fight slowly.

"You know, for having so much influence with that brief a word with them, I haven't seen you around here much. And I've been coming here for assignments for two years on a regular basis. And my first visit was about five years ago." Eric had another shot of whiskey, cleaning the glass in one swig before buying and downing another. "And it's kinda scary how much we're alike. Scary as in, tracking this guy down with you might drive me to the point where I become more like you. I've heard the stories about how cuckoo you are. That's terrifying I might end up more like you even if half of them are true."

Deadpool laughed when he said that he had a lot of influence here. "Well back before I was an unkillable monster, I was in here every single night. Most of the same people still know me and they know I dont put up with bullshit. Especially when one shot me in the head realizing nothing happened at all." He said as he downed his second drink.

Good thing he told me that now and not after an attempt to kill him.

"I see. So you were here more before I was and you might have just been in here all this time and I don't recognize you. Wearing that mask around all the time, I don't reckon you want much of anyone to know who you are. I probably should do a better job in that aspect. Maybe some other cover would help. I have some disguises now and then. I ain't one of them superhuman anomalies, so a costume like yours is off the table."

Deadpool laughed when he said he would need to change the way he looks. "At this bar...no one will say a thing. And the cops are too scared to come in here for that matter." He said as he downed another drink. "If you want to wear a disguise thats on you but you wont need it until we pull a hit." He said looking around. "I need to show you my mission board. After we finish here I will show you my place. I will tell anyone where it is though....you need a lot more then disguises to hide from me." He said in a serious tone.

Good to know he is that crazy.

"Not like I was gonna try to disguise my way away from you. You're at least useful to me right now. Or I'm useful to you, if you want to look at it that way. We'll be more successful taking this cretin together. I was talking more about using it to slip cops and this executive's minions. It might even be useful to make them look for the wrong guy or think there are more people infiltrating than there really are. A Potemkin army, if you will."

Deadpool thought about it for a moment. You know thats a good idea... one voice said in his head. Yeah but why didn't we think of that... said another. Because we are a moron thats why. Deadpool shook the thoughts away. They seemed to be more annoying the more he drank. "Yeah I bet that would work out just fine. When ever you want to plan this out we can head down there. Its not that far from here. Plus the cops have probably already given up since they probably relized the dead guy was a criminal. They are just going to chalk it up on gang vs gang rivalry." He said ordering another drink.