The air was filled with a certain amount of tension as the vessel lifted from the California Minor Spaceport and engaged it's impulse drive to begin the journey out of the atmosphere. Inside the cockpit sat Spartan, his Katana's stowed beside him, the rifle he carried on these kinds of operations sitting behind his seat. There was no blood to wipe off his clothes, just a bit of sweat on his brow as he steered the vessel away from the planet and towards the safety of the asteroid fields. He was headed back to Poena, to talk about what had transpired, to report back in person but mostly he was going back to have a drink after the events just moments past. Taking a life had become a habit it seems, he wasn't shocked by it, not as affected as the first times he took someone down, this time though it was different. This had a different reasoning behind it that seemed to make it all a bit easier, as this time he had been chasing a Spy.
Poena Outpost, two days prior.
Spartan had been sitting at the table with Silver across from him, they had been drinking mostly and talking about the events they have been through. Gallia - Liberty - Taus, they have been almost everywhere. Now though, a new target arose, one that had been in their own rows, if only shortlived, one that was sent to infiltrate them and thought would get away.
Sliding a small data-pad through the table, Silver started to talk in her business voice.
"So. Easy is a Bretonian spy. And since my nose twitched there and then.. Well."
Leaning back in the chair, she took hold of a whisky glass in front of her and took a sip. With the index finger pointing at the data-pad while holding the glass, she kept talking.
"Tits ain't here for the kill, so that means you're up. Our system pinged her sh** on California Minor and some hefty grease in some hands liberated all you ever need to know. Tits made sure we all got burner ID's for a one time run, and its time you burn yours. Just make sure the message is sent, aight?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Spartan leaned forward towards the table as he begun to look through the data-pad that Silver had provided, a small, visible smirk curling his lips upwards slowly.
So it would seem to have turned out indeed. I heard she's "on the run".
Listening to Silver's instructions, he slowly nodded while studying the information the data-pad would provide him. Height, Build, Looks, everything you'd need to give a picture perfect identification on the target.
You know I've been itching to use that rifle I've been carrying around to cover your ass. How do you want the message sent? Obvious, subtle or just a woman in the wrong place at the wrong time?
He smirked, finishing his Sake before he glanced over at Silver.
Consider it done.
He then pushed his chair back and stood up, grabbing his belongings and giving her a slight bow
Expect completion in two days time. I will let you know when it's done.
With those words, he turned and walked out of the room to prepare for the upcoming task.
Poena Outpost, 1 Day prior to the kill
Since the meeting with Silver, Spartan had been preparing what he needed. Relatively inconspicuous clothes so he wouldn't be caught before completing his task, Burner ID to get onto and away from California Minor, a Burner ship that wasn't known to the authorities and most importantly, his rifle. It was of an older make but it was his trusty weapon of choice for things like these. Rations and munitions were not to be missed either. He was fully prepared to camp out on the Planet if he had to, but preferred to just get out after finishing the job. It would take him some time to travel to Cali Minor, so he grabbed his bag and rifle, his Katana's and headed to the shuttle that would take him away. Intel indicated that tomorrow would be the perfect opportunity to strike, or atleast give him more information about when to strike. The window wouldn't be too large as Easy was certainly not going to stick around. He looked around once more before boarding the shuttle to California.
Spartan had been in the shuttle to California Minor for a while as he was beginning the docking sequence with the planetary ring to guide him into Minor's main Spaceport. Offering his fake ID which was accepted without hesitation he couldn't help but curl his lips in a smirk. From here on out it would be finding a position from where to strike, and to identify Ward. The first of which shouldn't be a problem in a Spaceport.
As the vessel set down in on the dock, mechanics immediately swarmed it to secure it to the ground as Spartan disembarked, his rifle disassembled in a suitcase he was carrying, aside his Katana. After a brief conversation with the head mechanic, who recommended a place to stay to him, Spartan was on his way to scout the location before getting some rest.
California Minor, the day of the strike
Having previously scouted the location around the main entrance and terminals of the port, Spartan had found a location some hundred meters or so away where he had a perfect overview and could scan the crowds. After getting his rest and a whole breakfast into him, he took his briefcase and went to his chosen location, trying to blend into the crowd as much as he could to not draw attention to himself before he slipped into the maintenance area from which he would strike. Two audible clicks marked the unlocking of the case which carried his weapon of choice, laying before him. The stock, sights, body, barrel and silencer were quickly assembled and the magazine loaded into it's slot before final checks were made. Was the sight set up right? Was the round chambered? Did he have his visual ID assist of Ward? Going through it step by step, every detail was confirmed, down to the Datapad which gave a visualization of his target. Everything was set as he begun to scan the crowd for Easy.
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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