~10 years later
Trezna, 2:34 PM EDT, 2318
Oceana Place Mall
A sigh passed through his lips as the vibrant beats of music he was listening to seeped out from the black earphones circled round his neck and hooked on his ears.
"So incredibly bright and sunny today," He thought to himself as he sighed once again. "How terribly unlucky."
How he detested beautiful weather, light clouds, and the shinning sun. For a man like him, who preferred it when the weather upset people; raining, snowing, even a hurricane. He greatly preferred, to witnessing the sun's rays uplifting the weary. He was a very weary young man as well, but he liked being this way, so this joyous weather bothered him much. What terrible weather indeed, he thought once more, before leaping of the edge of the small brick wall on the building he marked, a few meters from his target.
His whitish-silver hair fluttered around in the wind as he continued to dive down, heading for the hard cement below, in the alley no one in their right minds dared to enter. As he fell he thought, "I wonder if he'll show up today," while his hair occasionally got in front of his eyes when he needed to move.
"Oliver," He whispered, waiting for the person on the other end of the com-device in his ear to respond, as he lands imperfectly on the pavement with a loud thump, leaving yet another crack on the cement. Lucien had asked him not to do that anymore. How would he explain this dent to his incredibly finicky boss this time? He wasn't allowed to sit atop the walls of tall buildings anymore because he was always too lazy to take the elevator down. "I'm heading in."
With a sigh and the wave of his hand, he chose to leave and corner the problem later. Right then, his mind was focused on one thing. He must end the life of Marques Gulliver III of the High Rose Court at all cost. Whether or not people would die if they got in his way was of little consequence.
"People are equivalent to flies," He whispered to himself, the doors to the large department mall sliding open as he trudged past, fixing his gloves before running his covered slender fingers through the weapon that sat in its resting place beside his hip. "Therefore, there must be no hesitation to eliminate them before they become an infestation."
"You have forty-minutes Akira," The voice on the other end of the communications device sang, with a slightly depressed tone. "Try not to repaint the nice walls okay?"
For the first time that day, a small chuckle escaped his lips on hearing that.
"Yes sir," He mumbled with a devilish grin, and pulled out his partner. The MMK2-15, Silver wisp. A black and silver handgun with an in-built silencer, and a long chain that he attached to the inside of his long black hooded coat. No other gun worthier enough for the job he had taken.
"His location?" He asked as he racked the slide to his gun and released.
"Does that matter to you?" Oliver's sigh on the other end evident. "Why not do it the way you've always done it?"
"Lucien made me promise not to overdo it again," He said after exhaling a bit.
"Oh?" Oliver gasped, surprised that he'd actually follow through. "Then I guess it can't be helped? He's at the mall's young artists exhibition on the third floor."
"Thanks," He exhaled before charging for the stairs. "Please have Jin on standby."
"Roger!"
His speed was moderate with a steady heartbeat as he pictured Marques Gulliver's face again in his head. He was determined not to get the wrong guy ever again; Lucien will have his head if he does. He purposefully avoided the elevator and escalators so as to not draw attention to himself, seeing as he was dashing towards the floor with the most occupants while holding a gun and wearing suspicious attire.
Finally, he made his way to the exhibition on the third floor. As he searched for the shiny old man probably dawning a golden robe at a mall, he was interrupted with a slight bump to his side. A child had run into him by accident.
"Ah... Sorry," The child hesitated with a stutter, on seeing such an apprehensive man with a devilish aura.
"It's fine," He lamented, staring at the boy with a frightened look. "Where's your mom? Are you lost?"
"Uh..." The child wavered before shaking his head and pointing to a lean woman with pale black hair and a floral dress almost seemingly hiding grief.
"Oh good," He acclaimed, grabbing the boy's hand with an earnest smile. "I have something to tell her so let's go together."
"Okay," The boy whispered, trusting the conspicuous man a little more now.
Coincidentally, he had noticed the Marques approaching the woman slowly, as if he were threading lightly. "Old men should know when they've lost all vigor" He thought silently as he got repulsed watching the Marques with every step.
"Excuse me miss," He started, luckily getting to her first before the Marques, with her son in tow. "There seems to be a problem."
"A problem?" She asked, her heart racing as she noticed her son standing obliviously beside him.
"You own the old black Ford yes?" He inquired, after scanning every inch of her person and noticing the keys that laid carelessly open in her bag.
"Ah, yes I do," She disclosed, feeling more comfortable that there was no trouble involving her son.
"It seems you forgot to shift it to park because you car's rolled down the lot miss," He stated politely, curtly waiting for her reaction.
"What an excellent performance he's pulling off," Oliver thought, on the other end of the line.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed, like a jolt had run through her body. "My God! Bless you! Please excuse me."
He watched as she hurried out the mall with her son from the third floor and gave out a sigh. How hard it was for him to smile and act so courteous for a good amount of time. It was gravely against his nature.
"She believed you quite easily didn't she?" Oliver commented, as Akira took light steps towards his target that had halted to watch him discuss with the woman.
"Yes," He breathed, moving his eyeballs around the room to search for possible hostility should he approach the marques head on with speed. "Although she's wearing such a patterned dress, she's mourning someone close to her. Maybe her husband."
"Oh?"
"Her face looked pale and her eyes were red with bags under it," He continued, increasing his pace towards the marques. "Her mental state was fragile already, even more so at the sight of her son with a complete stranger."
"And the car thing?"
"I successfully calmed her mind my directing stress off of her son for a moment and unto an inanimate object that probably held significance to her as well," He inhaled, taking out his partner from it's hiding place in his coat. "Her keys resembled Natasha's, so I figured it was a Ford. And since she can't afford to lose her car or repair it now that her main source of income is gone, of course she would run out."
"Wow, so you've actually been listening to Lucien all this while, haven't you?" Oliver gave a small chortle. "I'm impressed."
"Thanks," He exhaled, squeezing the trigger and firing at the marques' bodyguards beside him. "I do try."