An Easy Kill

[Spartan]

California Minor, the day of the strike

A couple of hours had passed, the port was starting to come to life with more and more people arriving and departing. Spartan had been laying in wait for a while now, ever vigilant of when his target would arrive. there had been a few women which resembled Ward, but the actual target was yet to show up. In a sense he was already getting a bit annoyed with how long she was taking, seeing as she was apparently a rash and straight forward person. Ontop of that she didn't seem to bright, the way she contacted the Organisation, the way she presented herself, it all led him to believe she should be easy to find and not vigilant or paranoid about what was following her. He would be proven right soon

California Minor, Main Port - Zero Hour

It had taken approximately another thirty minutes before the shoulder length blonde of Ward's hair appeared out of one of the nearby entries. She seemed to pace up and down the gangway as if she were waiting for somebody. Spartan pulled up the data-pad and confirmed that is was truly her. There was no mistaking that his target had appeared and Silver's words echoed through his head. "Draw an R with bullet holes". His thumb flicked off the safety on his rifle as he drove his cheek into the stock, his eye disappearing behind the sights. He followed her through the scope of the rifle for a while, watching her pacing and waiting for the opportune moment where she would stand still. Taking a few deep breaths before holding the breath in, he assured himself one last time of no collateral hits and pulled the trigger.

Screams, civilians running, a pool of blood, an R of bullet wounds.

A total of seven shots were fired in the course of Ward's body dropping. The Bullet holes made a rudimentary R in her chest, a symbol of who she messed with and a message to her employer. Spartan did not waste much time, he disassembled the rifle once more and stowed it into the case he brought it in before leaving the position he had been staking out in. By the time he hit the ground floor, the police were already on scene and scouring the area for the culprit, though they should not find him. Making the way towards the shuttle with which he arrived, Spartan sent out a burst transmission to Silver and Cerulean, informing them of the status before he made his way to the landing pad. A short conversation with the mechanics and his ship was being prepared for takeoff.

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