No doubt this was a craftsman home. The layout was wide and low, gabled blue roof and big wide windows. The interior was magnificent , from the main entrance to the sitting room, a spectacular setup , silver glittered from every corner ,the brand-new set of leather sitting couch. One did not need David Waugh to illustrate the geographical location of this home, obviously isolated and built on a hillside. A great view from the balcony, one could sip a glass of whiskey on the outside table watching the hillside vegetation bowing to nature especially during this time of the season. This is what the grandmaster was doing , He needed time alone , time to meditate,plan and consider the outcome of his well calculated move.
The grandmaster was a highly protected gentleman. several hired body guards in black suits professionally trained and these kind of guys vowed to protect the grandmaster with their life, who could reject the offer if the payment is right.
The first phase of the plan had not gone accordingly, The overrated Detective Zaacks had taken more than the expected time to complete the operations. The Nigerian grandmaster , Oga they called him had offered Detective Zaacks a lot of money just to lockup three of his assassins ,these people he had worked with for half a decade and felt their part of the story had reached the last chapter since they knew a lot about the mafia group.
The plan was simple, get rid of the assassins and cancel the project kill but things here seemed to be taking longer than expected .only one of the three assassins had been liquidated. The more he thought of it the more he became angry , the grandmaster stood up made some calls and recruited some freelancers
The streets of Johannesburg Pretoria and northwest were all plastered with pictures of the mystery man John Murphy they called him. The police department offered nothing note than a picture of this so called mystery man who used explosives and long range rifles killing residents for fun.
John Murphy was not risking anything so he thought precaution first. His base had been attacked but for someone like John Murphy ,backup is a must so he headed for the ghost house
John Murphy had bought the house a few years ago , it was a contemporary style house with an irregular asymmetrical facade. The house was bought under the name Dariel Naval one of his alien names ,forgery was in his DNA. The house was U shaped to embrace outdoor spaces which made John Murphy's security measures accountable.
After renting a Kawasaki 300cc motorbike from the bike firm under his alien name , Mr Murphy headed for the gun shop. He had made the reservations in advance under his secret app he had coded himself using his skills from the Boston schools of technology. The app only worked with two devices which were his laptop and the shop assistant's and most importantly the app was untraceable no interceptions and hacks which is why he felt safe to order his equipments
"" he ordered some guns" the guy in specs shouted
"" get the location and meet him there for a date""the grandmaster replied as he he wiped his .22 automated gun
""Larry!!"" the grandmaster called
"" kill him"" the guy in specs nodes and headed for the door
The Jeep grand Cherokee outstripped the N14 freeway headed for the gunshop which was disguised as a garage . John Murphy was deep in his thoughts as he made his second turn passing through the crowded place and parked his bike at the garage , at least many thought it was.
The assistant nodded John Murphy inside as he went to the basement for his rifle selection .Grenades explosives rifles bullets and a fire gun was his selection. John Murphy had also ordered a customised barret only made for him. He had used it in several circumstances so he admired the accuracy.
"going to war" the assistant said
"more like" the geek replied as he tossed his duffel bag on his back and headed for the door.
It was when he grabbed the door knob when he saw it,a group of 6 guys in black suits , he could have not suspected them if it was not for their posture. They stood firm and their eyes scanned the place like a surveillance camera, obviously looking for something. The Kawasaki was parked @100m distance at least a minute and half would take him there, heating up the engine and powering it to life would cost him three more minutes. it was time for the xyz formula after a few calculations Mr Murphy dropped the idea as he had came to a conclusion that the speed of the bullet considered its fired by armatures which he assumed these guys were judging from the angle that they had not covered all the entrances had a high probability of killing him as compared to a miss, so he pushed the doors wide open and ran the different direction into a crowded place judging the shooters will have a sense not to shoot without a clear shot. Murphy pushed through the crowd and made a sprint towards the mall then the chase began