France-
His hand's slipped across the shiny, metallic weapon. The sniper rifle held it's menacing gaze, focused only to kill. A scope stationed at the top maximized vision, for Thomas though, he didn't need to use it at all. With his right hand gently placed on the trigger, and his left placed underneath the weapon to hold it up, Thomas was ready to commit his assassination. As a business man he took the odd jobs for money. Apparently someone with a grudge against France wanted their Prime Minister, Jean Luc LeBeau, better known as Gambler, to be killed. France had been rebuilt, this time under a Fifth Republic. Thomas didn't ask what was the reason for the assassination but it filled his pockets. As a rising business man, always on the go for money, he took mercenary jobs here and there. This was one of those times.
Thomas had stationed himself up above a small building, it's foundation was falling apart, it was the slums, for Thomas it was a good hiding place. He was a good two hundred miles away, yet he could see Jean like he was only ten feet away. Thomas had eagerly set a mechanism underneath the Prime Minister's limo. It could either drain the battery stopping the vehicle, track it, cause it to malfunction, or even run out of gas, even though it was full. Mr. LeBeau was scheduled to be leaving to a small village to speak there, strengthening the Government’s status with their own people. To Thomas he thought it was a front. After all Gambler, a vicious and vile villain at one point, had killed so many in his lifetime that there was no real way to know if he had reformed or was he the same dastardly villain, just waiting for a weak point to strike.
After awhile of aiming, looking for the exact and perfect shot, Thomas squinted and held his breathe. With the sniper aimed at the Gambler's chest he was ready to pull the trigger. His index finger began to pull, then it stopped. He looked up, Thomas knew he couldn't shoot a man in cold blood, what was the honor in that. He didn't have a code but Thomas like to see what his opponent's had to offer in the heat of battle. The last person Thomas had battled had been Cly, a sly young fellow who held a dragon with him. Thomas had defeated them by means of knock out, still he lusted for a kill. Either way, his duty was to assassinate a high-held figurehead in his own country.
Thomas just wanted to test the man in battle, killing him directly in front of the state building hundreds of miles away gave no satisfaction. That was for simple cowards. So as Gambler pulled into the limo and it sped off Thomas was ready to follow in pursuit. Leaving the weapon at the window, as he was only on the fourth floor of an eight floor building, Thomas jumped out, hoisting himself over the windowsill. As he fell Thomas landed seated right onto a motor cycle. His Mitsubishi was enhanced, able to go over two hundred and fifty miles an hour without breaking down. Turning the ignition Thomas rotated the left handle and the bike was off, carrying him, his weapons, and the battle suit worn on him. After a couple of turns through alleyways, and a bit of tracking he was able to end up right behind the vehicle on a small road. He couldn't be exactly behind it as two police cars went with Gambler's limo, Thomas stalked through the night, his head lights and back lights turned off.
So there they were, the roads were empty, it was turning to dusk and everyone was home. Following the car and company for awhile Thomas reached for a switch in his side pocket. When he got it Thomas pushed the top trigger. Then the limo began to slow, as if running out of gas. It wasn't true though, Thomas had tricked the limos' system. So pulling off onto the side road Thomas followed the elegant, black, elongated car. Quickly they reached a gas station, that was Thomas's stop. Pulling off slightly before the gas station, still hidden, Thomas began up towards the gas station. First he approached the police cars, taking out a pistol, Thomas equipped it with a silencer and began his spree. Aiming at one of the policemen in the first car nearest him Thomas shot into it, killing the man with a bullet through the side of the head.
The man’s' partner looked up to see Thomas. Within a moment Thomas let out another silent bullet, killing the man also, right through the chest. Thomas wasted no time, killing the other police-car patrollers and making his way to the limo. Dropping to the ground, as the windows were tinted and he couldn't see if his target could see him, Thomas slowly crawled to the driver's side door. The limo driver was loading the car with extra fuel, when he realized that after a minute the car was full he stopped, paid for the gas at the tank and then began to walk around the car. Upon reaching the driver's side door the limo driver saw Thomas. Quickly Thomas let one silent bullet out towards the driver, hitting him in the forehead and slicing right through, a stream of blood followed, flowing down towards the ground. The driver fell onto the ground and Thomas opened the car door, slipping himself into the drivers' seat and then turning the ignition. Grabbing the small controller he had switched on Thomas reseeded with switching it off. The car read full and he was off, with the divider closed Thomas didn't hear a peep from Gambler in the back seat. Even with that he kept driving, until he reached a small town, the exact place Gambler was supposed to be.
Upon reaching it Thomas slowed the car and hastily stopped it. Jumping out Thomas aimed towards the door." Mr. LeBeau please get out of the vehicle." Thomas said loudly, making sure he was heard. As silence followed Thomas fired two shots into the back door, as silence remained Thomas walked up to the door, opened it, only to see the other side door wide open. Two bullet holes laid right through the seat where Gambler should of been seated. Thomas looked around some more. A drink laid on a pull out table, have drunken, the drink inside seemed to be an apple martini. A sleek black book laid beside it, Thomas thought it probably pertained his speech to the little town. For whatever reason Gambler had realized how Thomas was going to react. Even though there was no back window, Thomas thought he must have seen him murder the policemen right in their respective vehicles.
" What the .." Thomas said turning around paradoxically. Then he switched his voice, it was game time." Gambler, come on......no hard feelings but one of us will lose today, and it won't be me..." his voice rang through the air, cold and non-regretful. All he wanted to do was get his bounty. Gambler had already evaded him and it wasn’t going to happen again.
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