10 June 2012
The girl opposite him gave the boy a sly look, challenging him to try. 'Just try and kiss me,' she said in her eyes, those deep-green eyes that he had seen before and had once thought beautiful. He wanted to take the risk and go for her right there, but there was too many people. Bastards and whores galore in this shithole. The music was pounding in his ears. The strobe lights from the stage danced about the room, darkened for the night.
It was by sheer luck that he'd got inside. The bouncer's phone cut out, and whilst the bouncer was distracted, he'd slipped in without a worry. His looks allowed him to get to the bar. His charms allowed him the booze without question from the bar lady. His charisma allowed him to slip by others without noticing.
He wasn't there for no reason. No, he had to get to someone. A girl. Some rich-ass bitch who'd pissed off the wrong people. And it was his job to make her pay.
"Mister Williams? He's here."
He nearly gasped in surprise. 'Fuck, so soon?' That was probably Williams' assistant. Williams was the girl's sponsor, and it'd been likely that the old man knew he was coming to do the job.
He had to do it soon. He pushed in his earbud further, trying to listen in on the conversation between the assistant and Williams.
"Who?" said a man's voice. That was Williams, it seemed.
"Yamato."
"Oh... I see. Keep the boy there. I'm heading there myself."
"Don't worry sir, security is already notified."
Jack Yamato sighed. "Haaah... Dammit." He looked at the girl with sad eyes. "Sorry love," he said in a whisper, before shooting her silently in the head.
As soon as he did that, he threw up his scarf, and ran out of there. He didn't want to be around when people noticed the girl was shot dead. He darted out the back way, but he was stopped by a security man.
"Hey, young lad, a wo-" was all he could say before Yamato butted him with the back of his gun. As the man went down, Yamato swiped the baton that the man carried, threw it out to full length, before cracking it across the man's face, several times. And once the man had fallen to the floor, Yamato took a final chance to kick the man hard in the face, breaking the man's nose, and knocking him out.
Yamato pushed the baton to a smaller size, and put that and the gun back inside his jacket. After that, he slipped out the back door, but not before pulling the scarf back down. After all, he didn't want to be suspected. He was a seventeen year old kid, after all. Right? Right!
"Yaaaaahhh!"
Oh, it took 'em long enough.
Yamato carried on, thrusting his hands in his pockets, and keeping the cap that was on his head low over his eyes.
"Catch him!"
Yamato turned on his heel, and looked to see security running towards him. "Oh shit!" Yamato sprinted off, his jacket trailing behind him. He had to get out of there NOW.
'Shit, now what?' he asked himself. 'Hack the lights?' he thought, his eyes darting up to the traffic lights. He could run over the road, hack the lights behind him, and let the traffic block him off from the security. Maybe.
Ah, screw it.
Yamato sprinted over the road, leaping over the bonnet of a rapidly slowing car, having braked when the driver saw Yamato running. As soon as Yamato was across, he got out his phone, hit a tab on the touch screen, which short-circuited any traffic light grid within a thirty metre radius. He continued to run, but turned back when he heard the unmistakeable sound of metal smashing into each other.
He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the carnage.
Yamato ran, until he hit the Starlight bridge. There, he went down into the subway, and caught a train back into town centre.
He sat down in an empty chair, and only had a few moments to breathe before his phone started ringing. It was his client.
He answered the buzzing phone, and spoke in a low voice. "I'm listening."
"Nice ruckus you caused at the club, Mister Yamato. A young woman shot dead, and twenty-grand's worth of damage to the council. A job well done."
"You got the money then?" Yamato asked, although his voice was a little hushed when asking it. He wasn't alone on the train, and he really didn't want some nosy old bitch asking questions that'd get her head blown off.
"Of course," answered the voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm sending you the co-ordinates of your payment. I might contact you again soon if needs be. And thank you once again, Mister Yamato. You've done yourself a great deed."
Yamato let out a sigh as the phone went dead. "Just doing my job," he said as he saw the co-ordinates downloading to his phone. "Time to get the cash, head home, call Crystal, and crash out for the night. Job done."
He snapped the phone shut, and let his head fall back into the window as the train sped off...
A Job Well Done • Opuss № I