Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...
Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 8:31 pm
I haven’t taken a job for cash in some time now. Part of the reason for that is this one job I completed a little while ago. A member of these boards who wishes to remain anonymous contacted me to perform an assassination of a long time rival. A supernatural feline I shall call Felix.
My client was able to provide me with a great deal of information about the target. Felix was quite influential on the East coast. He had lots of banking contacts and influential connections with ‘old money’. Needless to say, he was also quite involved with various politically minded individuals.
He was also about as dirty as they come. Felix was one of those rare persons that everyone knows is behind various goings on, but no one can ever prove it. Not that I had any particular concerns about things such as evidence. Indeed, people like me are often employed when due process falls short.
This job wasn’t a big long cat and mouse game as others I’ve been on were. As a relatively public figure, it was fairly easy to locate him and then begin studying his habits. I did a lot of the leg work myself although I did subcontract some of the surveillance to a few P.I.’s.
While it turned out that he had generated a number of persona’s that he assumed with regularity, there was one that seemed to be his ‘main’ life. He even had a family with a wife, a son and a daughter. They were the very model of a modern, upscale African-American family.
They were, all of them, monsters.
Naturally I knew the father was. As I said, my client provided me a rather detailed profile providing information on known abilities. It was while watching their penthouse from a neighbouring building during thanksgiving that the rest of the family was confirmed for me. Some servants deposited a massive silver tray with one of those lids on before the family at dinner time. The servants left and the father lifted the lid.
On the platter was a bound and gagged young woman, made up to be some mockery of a turkey feast. She was still squirming when the man of the house began to carve her up. If I’d had my rifle with me, I might have opened fire on the lot of them right there. The surreal thing is that they never changed shape. Other than the nature of the main course, they carried on as though they were any other family. They even used the good silverware.
I knew that Felix could change forms from other observations I had been making of him. Several days earlier, I was watching him through my scope. A late night caller arrived and was shown to the master of the penthouse by a servant. This caller looked a little out of place, being somewhat dumpy looking. He was balding on top of his head as well. Not at all attractive.
For a bit, they seemed to be exchanging formalities. Then Felix served a very dark red wine. After they had taken a few sips, they both dispensed with the façade. Felix became some sort of humanoid feline… a jaguar or panther or something. I’m not really sure. The visitor now had hair goat legs with cloven hooves. A pair of horns jutted from his forehead and he wore a goatee beard now. Too many teeth showed when he smiled.
What I wouldn’t have given to be bug on that wall.
Apparently he was a mover and shaker in supernatural circles as well as mortal ones.
I considered contracting an explosives expert to blow up the family limo but wound up deciding against it. I wasn’t being paid to kill the family and what’s more, blowing up cars in D.C. is a line even I won’t cross. It attracts all the wrong sort of attention.
Given that the target was alleged to be supernaturally tough, possessed both psionic and magical power as well as more mundane security measures, I decided that a ranged hit was the way to go. My client agreed.
The weapon I choose for the job had to be imported and is normally used for anti-material purposes. It wasn’t as accurate as I would have liked but it was tolerable.
As it turned out, Felix enjoyed sneaking off alone at night. To grab more targets for the family dinner, apparently. He didn’t just grab anyone; he carefully selected and stalked his prey based on his own criteria. I saw him start hunting a number of targets only to pass them over for whatever reason.
He’d been stalking his current prey for some time now. Maybe he was planning ahead for Christmas dinner. Whatever the reason, he had wandered into a neighbourhood where he really stuck out.
Far from home and isolated, I wasn’t going to get a better chance than that. I set up on a rooftop and waited for that beautiful shot.
When it came, I had no hesitation. The first three rounds dropped him to the ground. I reloaded and dumped another magazine into him. He didn’t get up after that and his blood stained the virgin snow crimson.
It’s been some time since that job was completed. I feel like I’m a whole new person now. And I wonder if I’m the type of person now to go back and finish off the family.
My client was able to provide me with a great deal of information about the target. Felix was quite influential on the East coast. He had lots of banking contacts and influential connections with ‘old money’. Needless to say, he was also quite involved with various politically minded individuals.
He was also about as dirty as they come. Felix was one of those rare persons that everyone knows is behind various goings on, but no one can ever prove it. Not that I had any particular concerns about things such as evidence. Indeed, people like me are often employed when due process falls short.
This job wasn’t a big long cat and mouse game as others I’ve been on were. As a relatively public figure, it was fairly easy to locate him and then begin studying his habits. I did a lot of the leg work myself although I did subcontract some of the surveillance to a few P.I.’s.
While it turned out that he had generated a number of persona’s that he assumed with regularity, there was one that seemed to be his ‘main’ life. He even had a family with a wife, a son and a daughter. They were the very model of a modern, upscale African-American family.
They were, all of them, monsters.
Naturally I knew the father was. As I said, my client provided me a rather detailed profile providing information on known abilities. It was while watching their penthouse from a neighbouring building during thanksgiving that the rest of the family was confirmed for me. Some servants deposited a massive silver tray with one of those lids on before the family at dinner time. The servants left and the father lifted the lid.
On the platter was a bound and gagged young woman, made up to be some mockery of a turkey feast. She was still squirming when the man of the house began to carve her up. If I’d had my rifle with me, I might have opened fire on the lot of them right there. The surreal thing is that they never changed shape. Other than the nature of the main course, they carried on as though they were any other family. They even used the good silverware.
I knew that Felix could change forms from other observations I had been making of him. Several days earlier, I was watching him through my scope. A late night caller arrived and was shown to the master of the penthouse by a servant. This caller looked a little out of place, being somewhat dumpy looking. He was balding on top of his head as well. Not at all attractive.
For a bit, they seemed to be exchanging formalities. Then Felix served a very dark red wine. After they had taken a few sips, they both dispensed with the façade. Felix became some sort of humanoid feline… a jaguar or panther or something. I’m not really sure. The visitor now had hair goat legs with cloven hooves. A pair of horns jutted from his forehead and he wore a goatee beard now. Too many teeth showed when he smiled.
What I wouldn’t have given to be bug on that wall.
Apparently he was a mover and shaker in supernatural circles as well as mortal ones.
I considered contracting an explosives expert to blow up the family limo but wound up deciding against it. I wasn’t being paid to kill the family and what’s more, blowing up cars in D.C. is a line even I won’t cross. It attracts all the wrong sort of attention.
Given that the target was alleged to be supernaturally tough, possessed both psionic and magical power as well as more mundane security measures, I decided that a ranged hit was the way to go. My client agreed.
The weapon I choose for the job had to be imported and is normally used for anti-material purposes. It wasn’t as accurate as I would have liked but it was tolerable.
As it turned out, Felix enjoyed sneaking off alone at night. To grab more targets for the family dinner, apparently. He didn’t just grab anyone; he carefully selected and stalked his prey based on his own criteria. I saw him start hunting a number of targets only to pass them over for whatever reason.
He’d been stalking his current prey for some time now. Maybe he was planning ahead for Christmas dinner. Whatever the reason, he had wandered into a neighbourhood where he really stuck out.
Far from home and isolated, I wasn’t going to get a better chance than that. I set up on a rooftop and waited for that beautiful shot.
When it came, I had no hesitation. The first three rounds dropped him to the ground. I reloaded and dumped another magazine into him. He didn’t get up after that and his blood stained the virgin snow crimson.
It’s been some time since that job was completed. I feel like I’m a whole new person now. And I wonder if I’m the type of person now to go back and finish off the family.
