Hot Blooded
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"Mr. D'angelo?" Inquired a male voice, belonging to a fair-skinned man in an expensive suit. "Excuse me.. Mr D'Angelo? Did you hear m-" He was cut off by humming from the other end of the room. Seated at the opposite end of the conference table was an early-thirties guy sporting a fiery red mohawk. An earphone of the same color was plugged into his ear. The other man tried to get his attention again, but he was hushed with a finger. "One 'sec, suit. This is the best part." With a quick movement, he was up on the table. "I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded, I'm hot-" And, in the middle of what was supposed to be a serious meeting, he broke out into air guitar. It seemed like he had no intention of listening, so the contractor got up with a sigh and went to leave.
"Hold it, my man." A single finger was held out. "I agreed to take the job when I walked in. Don't need to hear nothin' else. I'm just cuttin' loose before I have to get serious." The mercenary beckoned him back over, crouching on the table. "Now, you do understand I don't exactly do subtle well, right?" His face got too close for the contractor's comfort, who responded with haste.
"Of course, of course. Just at least try to make sure there aren't witnesses."
"And my payment?"
"As much as we hate to.. half has already been transferred. The rest will be wired to you upon confirmation of a body. Is that all?"
"You got it, friend. One dead competitor, comin' up!" Getting up, he slapped the uncomfortable businessman on the back and made his way out.
An hour later, on board a helicopter hovering outside of a skyscraper
Helicopter blades turned overhead, wind whipping at his face. With a wild grin on his face, he hit play on the music player in one of his pockets. Foreigner blasted into his ears, and he fired the grapple gun in his hand. The hook made contact with the building roof, and he grasped the chord, held up a thumb to the pilot, and took off. It wasn't long until his boots made contact with the surface of the skyscraper, and even shorter until he was positioned outside of the target's office.
Glass shattered and he rolled into a crouching position, chrome flashing as he whipped his guns out. A pair of needles fired out with a rapid clicking noise. Fortunately for him, neither could yell out in time. Unfortunately, it was a security guard and an intern. Swearing, Cesare got up and walked over to the desk to find the intercom. Flicking the switch on, he spoke with his best stick-up-the-ass security guard impression.
"Mmyes this is security, we have a possible intruder in Mr. Michaels' office. Some harlot walked on in here claimin' herself to be an intern. Mr. Michaels, could you please come up right away and verify this young lady's identity? Mmthank you, buh-bye." Snorting, he pointed his gun up to the door and waited.
Sure enough, some uptight, rich-looking old man walked on in to see a pair of dead bodies. His face went wide in horror, then froze when a needle bore itself into his temple, killing him. Lumbering on over, Cesare held up his phone and took a picture. Bursting up into laughter, he sent it to the contractor with the caption "LOL look at this guy's face!". And it was priceless. To him, at least. If there was anyone who wouldn't find a guy dying with an O-face expression funny, Cesare hadn't met them.
The phone pinged to indicate a bank transfer, and D'Angelo made his way back to the broken window he'd entered through. Signaling the helicopter to pick him up, he got ready to leave.
"Daddy's gonna buy himself a shiny new gun."
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