*Inside a blacksite for the FBI in some unknown location*
"The person we are hunting today is know as Lokov Polen. He is an international weapons dealer and we have been hunting him for months. He is to be killed on sight."
A group of men could be sitting at an oval table. At the front of the table a women was standing in front of a blue holo projector which had the face of a middle aged man.
"We have information from a comformant that he will be at the Dragon Inn until morning on December 6th. This is a 6 month operation so we can't afford to fail. We have reasoning that this will be the last time he surfaces for a few months."
Everyone started talking to eachother and discussing what the plan was. The women looked at the projector and started biting her nail.
The mission seemed impossible. Lokov will be in a safe room protected by 10 guards all armed to the teeth. The door in is keyboard protected and is held by the second in command who is in a room below. He is also guarded by 5 guards with training equivalent to a united states marine.
The entire building is crawling with enemy soldiers at every turn. Each soldier has a keycard for every other door. They also have around the clock communication so they will know when somethings wrong. In total this mission seems practically impossible.
Out of no where the door to the room opens up. A man walks in and everyone else stands up and salutes.
"Sir!"
This was the commander in charge of this whole operation.
"As you can all see this operation is impossible for us."
Silence falls through the room as everyone looked at eachother. Until the woman has a look strike across her face. With scorn filling her voice she responded.
"Don't tell me your thinking about hiring him!"
*In a random bar in Las Vegas*
A man could be seen sitting down in the corner of the bar. A cold glass of whiskey sat in front of him. People could be seen talking and dancing as they were all being as loud as they can. Music was playing at a moderate volume and it seemed everyone was enjoying themselves.
The man sitting in the corner had a mask over his face. With a hoodie over even that. The only thing visible were his black eyes a rare condition he was born with. His breathing was as calm as ever as he grabbed the glass and raised it to his mask. But instead of lifting it, he just drank through it. Setting it back down he got up from his chair and started making his way through the crowd of people dancing.
In his direction was a stairway with a guy standing at the front of it. A gun was at his waist and the muscles on him were the size of boulders. When the man got close he raised his arm to stop him.
"This part of the bar is restricted, turn around and go drink some more."
The man looked up at him but didn't respond. With a flashing movement the guy fell over, blood seeping from his neck. Walking up the stairs he could hear multiple people talking. Reaching behind him he pulled out a pistol and attached a silencer to it. Right as he made it to the top he saw 7 people 3 women and 4 men the latter carrying guns. Noticing the intruder they went to stop him but were met with a bullet in each of their heads. The women didn't even have time to react before they too were killed.
Walking towards the one door their he pulled out a wire and slid it under the door. Pulling his sleeve up a view of the entire room showed up. 2 men stood at the door and one man sat at the desk. He was writing down something on a couple of papers in front of him.
Pulling the wire back, he stood back up. Taking a deep breath he exhaled and kicked the door open making it swing into the face of one of the men. Looking right he shot the guy in the face before grabbing the gun and throwing it at the other guard. Finally shooting him in the head he made his way to the baffled man at the desk. Grabbing the desk, a mechanical sound could be heard as the desk went flying towards the wall.
Grabbing the man by the shirt he lifted him off the ground.
"Tell me where you are hiding the experimental weapon you bought off of Lokov."
A cold and mechanical voice emanated through the room. The man hanging from his hand started shivering when he heard this voice.
"It can't be you! Why did they send you, I'm not even worth your time!"
Through a choking voice he responded his voice as shaky as an earthquake.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
The man's face drained of color as he stammered.
" The weapons at the Dragon Inn, the deal was supposed to be made tonight!"
The man set him down on the ground and turned around.
"Your not turning me in?"
Confused he couldn't help but ask him.
"Of course not."
Turning around he shot the man with his gun. Just like that 11 died as he made his way out of the building. Everyone oblivious as to what just transpired upstairs.