Post by Eric Hanser on Jul 13, 2012 14:10:41 GMT -5
Eric moved through the crowd of people like a ghost, never being too conspicuous or inconspicuous, although in an area largely inhabited by Companions, the former was a lot easier than the latter. His pistol pressed into his thigh as he walked, comforting him somewhat that he wasn't going into this situation completely without weapons, what with leaving his sniper rifle and PDR in the safehouse he had been using for the past 2 weeks whilst Hanser mentally and physically prepared himself for his new target. The man was a corrupt business man, Neville Fredericks, who was reportedly on the planet for an appointment with one of his more legitimate partners and just so happened to be seemingly hiring every Companion he found along the way, leaving a trail of transactions a mile wide to track the man with.
Of course, Eric had had to question each of the Companions his target had hired, which also meant having to hire them, which wasn't much of a difficulty given the amount of money the assassin had in various accounts from the money his employers gave him for each assignment completed. Well, that and the fact that Eric hadn't slept with this many women since, well, eve, actually. Well, he thought to himself as he smiled deviously, someone has take one for the team. Albeit a very good one, but one non the less.
He was snapped out of his reverie by the earpiece he was wearing bleeping into his ear. Eric reached into his pocket and lightly tapped the touch screen of his PDA to accept the call coming then said calmly, "Ickler." Using the alias he had been given for every past assignment he had been given, Hanser made sure he was careful in case the person he was talking to was someone who was unaware of his current profession.
"Hanser, it's Abbie." A young female voice said to him over the earpiece. "You gotten to the target?"
Eric smiled underneath his hood and replied, "Still about 4 clicks out, love. You gettin' nervous over there?"
"No, I just want you to hurry the hell up. So please, if you wouldn't mind..."
"Abbie, either I do a job right or I do a job quickly. The former means that a target is dead and I'm away scot-free. The latter, though, means that we have a potentially scot-free target and one dead, although devilishly handsome, assassin. So, which do you want?"
After what sounded like a brief hesitation over the earpiece, the handler finally replied, "All right, Eric. Just," Another hesitation. "Just don't get hurt, okay? I know that might sound weird coming from a handler but..."
"Don't worry about it, lass. If I'd had more handlers like you over the years, I think I would have had a much nicer early career." The accent that Eric possessed was known on Earth-That-Was as Irish, something that never ceased to amaze and amuse many of the people who worked with him or met him, but Abbie seemed to like it.
He heard a giggle over the other side of the comm-line before he heard the concerned young woman say back to him, "Remember to report back to me when you get back the safehouse. And also remember that you're making sure we both get our pay cheques for this, so don't mess it up." With that, Eric heard a tone over the earpiece as his handler hung up and allowed him to continue with the assignment.
***
Half an hour after the call from his handler, Eric arrived at the building where the target was meant to be meeting with his business partner and immediately saw a large, bodyguard-shaped obstacle in his way along with a few of the big bugger's friends. Instead of breaking his stride and carefully picking away at the men from a distance, as Hanser would have done with a sniper rifle, he instead kept walking straight towards the front door. As one of the guards stepped forward to stop him, the assassin pulled his pistol from it's concealed holster and shoved the muzzle straight into the neck of the man nearing him and pulled the trigger. The guard fell back with a bloody hole in his neck and, before his last victim had even time to fall to the ground, Hanser had already taken the weapon into a two-handed grip and activated the LAM mounted underneath the barrel of the weapon.
The pistol bucked in his palm and roared as he put a single bullet straight into the head of the guard to the large doorway's left then transferred his aim towards the last guard and put two rounds straight through the man's chest then one to the head. This brief yet bloody burst of violence only lasted a few seconds, allowing enough time for Hanser to get into the massive warehouse building without any alarms being called or any calls being put out over one of the radios he had stolen from the dead body of the first guard he had killed. As he walked through the seemingly deserted corridors of the expansive building, Hanser had time to think of what he was going to do once this particular assignment was finished. He started to make a mental check-list, chief among it the directive, "Get the bloody hell off of Sihnon." Easier said than done.
Before any more things could be added to his "Arse-over-apex" list, Hanser suddenly found himself outside the room that was meant to be for the meeting. He placed his ear to the door and listened to voices inside, making sure that it actually was his target that was meeting someone. Satisfied with what he heard, Eric kicked open the door and walked in, putting a bullet to each of the guards' heads that were standing each side of the entrance before taking aim at the business man marked as his target. "Get on your knees, mate, or I might have to shoot you in them." He called out as he advanced towards the two men in rather nice looking suits. The one who had set up the meeting for the assassin to get his target ran out of the door that Hanser had just entered through, whilst the target seemed to be doing a rather good impression of a deer caught in headlights.
The assassin was on top of the man before he could pull out the gun he kept in the back of his waistband. Instead, Hanser took it from him and said, "Wouldn't want to you to hurt yourself, would we?" Before the business could reply, a pair of the man's guards came charging through the door with their weapons drawn. Eric grabbed the man around his neck and pulled him to his feet, using him as a human shield against the two guards. Before either of the rather large men could draw a decent aim on him, the assassin drew his own pistol and fired, putting a round through one of the men's abdomen and sending him to the ground before putting another round through his accomplice's forehead.
Hanser killed the wounded bodyguard before he heard his target say, "Who the hell are you?"
The assassin kicked the man in the back of the legs to send him to his knees before putting the man's own pistol to his head and saying, "Me? I am Death incarnate, come to send you to the gates of Hell with a hole in your head. Now, I suggest you make peace with whatever god you believe in, 'cause I think they may want to have a bit of a word with you." Eric cocked the pistol's hammer then continued, "Anois, leis na geataí ar ifreann a bhfuil tú." He pulled the trigger.
***
After evading the Feds and reporting in his completed assignment at the safehouse and collected the small amount of luggage he kept between jobs, Hanser made his way to the main spaceport near where he was staying to get a ship off of Sihnon to find a rather unexpected surprise waiting for him in the form of a red-headed young woman by the name of Abbie Harper, his handler. She looked distraught as he approached her and asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"
She looked up and managed a brave smiled before saying, "There was a... Problem. That last job drew a lot of attention from the Feds and, well..." She hesitated, unsure whether to continue. But she did anyway. "We just need to lay low for a while, work a few freelance jobs until everything dies down again and then we'd be able to get back to normal work again afterwards. They already gave us a cover story and everything."
"Mind filling me in, then?"
"Well, I'm the daughter of a rich businessman from one of the Rim planets. You're my bodyguard, given to me when it was announced that there was going to be a hostile takeover happening of a rival company to make sure I'm not kidnapped or hurt. Sound good?"
Hanser smiled at the cover story then replied, "Sounds good. So, you already got us on a ship?"
Abbie smiled shyly back at the assassin before saying, "Yeah, and I've got us a job too. We're headed for Ariel."
Of course, Eric had had to question each of the Companions his target had hired, which also meant having to hire them, which wasn't much of a difficulty given the amount of money the assassin had in various accounts from the money his employers gave him for each assignment completed. Well, that and the fact that Eric hadn't slept with this many women since, well, eve, actually. Well, he thought to himself as he smiled deviously, someone has take one for the team. Albeit a very good one, but one non the less.
He was snapped out of his reverie by the earpiece he was wearing bleeping into his ear. Eric reached into his pocket and lightly tapped the touch screen of his PDA to accept the call coming then said calmly, "Ickler." Using the alias he had been given for every past assignment he had been given, Hanser made sure he was careful in case the person he was talking to was someone who was unaware of his current profession.
"Hanser, it's Abbie." A young female voice said to him over the earpiece. "You gotten to the target?"
Eric smiled underneath his hood and replied, "Still about 4 clicks out, love. You gettin' nervous over there?"
"No, I just want you to hurry the hell up. So please, if you wouldn't mind..."
"Abbie, either I do a job right or I do a job quickly. The former means that a target is dead and I'm away scot-free. The latter, though, means that we have a potentially scot-free target and one dead, although devilishly handsome, assassin. So, which do you want?"
After what sounded like a brief hesitation over the earpiece, the handler finally replied, "All right, Eric. Just," Another hesitation. "Just don't get hurt, okay? I know that might sound weird coming from a handler but..."
"Don't worry about it, lass. If I'd had more handlers like you over the years, I think I would have had a much nicer early career." The accent that Eric possessed was known on Earth-That-Was as Irish, something that never ceased to amaze and amuse many of the people who worked with him or met him, but Abbie seemed to like it.
He heard a giggle over the other side of the comm-line before he heard the concerned young woman say back to him, "Remember to report back to me when you get back the safehouse. And also remember that you're making sure we both get our pay cheques for this, so don't mess it up." With that, Eric heard a tone over the earpiece as his handler hung up and allowed him to continue with the assignment.
***
Half an hour after the call from his handler, Eric arrived at the building where the target was meant to be meeting with his business partner and immediately saw a large, bodyguard-shaped obstacle in his way along with a few of the big bugger's friends. Instead of breaking his stride and carefully picking away at the men from a distance, as Hanser would have done with a sniper rifle, he instead kept walking straight towards the front door. As one of the guards stepped forward to stop him, the assassin pulled his pistol from it's concealed holster and shoved the muzzle straight into the neck of the man nearing him and pulled the trigger. The guard fell back with a bloody hole in his neck and, before his last victim had even time to fall to the ground, Hanser had already taken the weapon into a two-handed grip and activated the LAM mounted underneath the barrel of the weapon.
The pistol bucked in his palm and roared as he put a single bullet straight into the head of the guard to the large doorway's left then transferred his aim towards the last guard and put two rounds straight through the man's chest then one to the head. This brief yet bloody burst of violence only lasted a few seconds, allowing enough time for Hanser to get into the massive warehouse building without any alarms being called or any calls being put out over one of the radios he had stolen from the dead body of the first guard he had killed. As he walked through the seemingly deserted corridors of the expansive building, Hanser had time to think of what he was going to do once this particular assignment was finished. He started to make a mental check-list, chief among it the directive, "Get the bloody hell off of Sihnon." Easier said than done.
Before any more things could be added to his "Arse-over-apex" list, Hanser suddenly found himself outside the room that was meant to be for the meeting. He placed his ear to the door and listened to voices inside, making sure that it actually was his target that was meeting someone. Satisfied with what he heard, Eric kicked open the door and walked in, putting a bullet to each of the guards' heads that were standing each side of the entrance before taking aim at the business man marked as his target. "Get on your knees, mate, or I might have to shoot you in them." He called out as he advanced towards the two men in rather nice looking suits. The one who had set up the meeting for the assassin to get his target ran out of the door that Hanser had just entered through, whilst the target seemed to be doing a rather good impression of a deer caught in headlights.
The assassin was on top of the man before he could pull out the gun he kept in the back of his waistband. Instead, Hanser took it from him and said, "Wouldn't want to you to hurt yourself, would we?" Before the business could reply, a pair of the man's guards came charging through the door with their weapons drawn. Eric grabbed the man around his neck and pulled him to his feet, using him as a human shield against the two guards. Before either of the rather large men could draw a decent aim on him, the assassin drew his own pistol and fired, putting a round through one of the men's abdomen and sending him to the ground before putting another round through his accomplice's forehead.
Hanser killed the wounded bodyguard before he heard his target say, "Who the hell are you?"
The assassin kicked the man in the back of the legs to send him to his knees before putting the man's own pistol to his head and saying, "Me? I am Death incarnate, come to send you to the gates of Hell with a hole in your head. Now, I suggest you make peace with whatever god you believe in, 'cause I think they may want to have a bit of a word with you." Eric cocked the pistol's hammer then continued, "Anois, leis na geataí ar ifreann a bhfuil tú." He pulled the trigger.
***
After evading the Feds and reporting in his completed assignment at the safehouse and collected the small amount of luggage he kept between jobs, Hanser made his way to the main spaceport near where he was staying to get a ship off of Sihnon to find a rather unexpected surprise waiting for him in the form of a red-headed young woman by the name of Abbie Harper, his handler. She looked distraught as he approached her and asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"
She looked up and managed a brave smiled before saying, "There was a... Problem. That last job drew a lot of attention from the Feds and, well..." She hesitated, unsure whether to continue. But she did anyway. "We just need to lay low for a while, work a few freelance jobs until everything dies down again and then we'd be able to get back to normal work again afterwards. They already gave us a cover story and everything."
"Mind filling me in, then?"
"Well, I'm the daughter of a rich businessman from one of the Rim planets. You're my bodyguard, given to me when it was announced that there was going to be a hostile takeover happening of a rival company to make sure I'm not kidnapped or hurt. Sound good?"
Hanser smiled at the cover story then replied, "Sounds good. So, you already got us on a ship?"
Abbie smiled shyly back at the assassin before saying, "Yeah, and I've got us a job too. We're headed for Ariel."