Line of sight

*Click*

The sound of the metal coming to rest softly on wood, just louder then the sound of a pin dropping, was all that was heard in the abandon apartment. Three cold, carbon steel legs helped steady a rifle by the window as a dark clothed figure finished assembling it. A case lay on the floor at the end of the table, its egg carton foam cut in the shape for various pieces of the figures deadly puzzle to fit snuggly. He still had time before the target was to arrive. The man played the scene from earlier that week in his head;

"Do we have agreement?" The figure said in a thick Russian accent, staring down at the man sitting behind the desk. The man was dressed from head to toe in a finely stitched custom suit, alligator shoes, a Rolex watch gleaming under the dim light on the desk. His hair was greased back, a large ring bearing a family crest wrested on his right pinky, a wedding ring on the left. He was disgusted at this lard.

"Claiming to be one of the most dangerous men in the city, yet having someone else deal with your problem. You're not dangerous, you're coward." The figure thought to himself as he glared behind his mask at the overweight meat bag in front of him. "Job is job."

"Sure, sure. Just get the job done and we'll make the second deposit. I don't want any screw ups with this, got it?" He replied. "Last guy I hired ended getting himself caught, and it came down on the guy below me. Doesn't make me look good to my boss when there are mistakes, clear?" He held out what looked like a brick covered in brown paper.

The figure took the package out of the mans hand. Opening the end of it, he found himself looking at $25,000. He smiled behind his respirator, and looked up at the crook.

"Crystal."

The figure walked over to the window, eyes scanning the weapon as he crouched behind it. He slowly lifted the butt of the weapon, pressing it against his shoulder as he looked down the site. Lights flooded the street below, people heading to the most popular spot in the city. The main entrance to Madison Square Garden was his direct line of fire.

A black Rolls Royce Phantom II pulled up to the front, flanked in the front and rear by matching black BMW M3s. Two men climbed out of each BMW, walking towards the curbside door of their detail while the driver of the Phantom opened the door. An elderly man, some where in his mid 60s exited the vehicle, and slowly started making his way up the stairs.

The figures right eye rotated as it zoomed in and out, getting into focus from 500 yards away. He took a deep breath and solidified his aim, and squeezed the trigger.

The targets head was blown clean off, splattering all over the bystanders. the job was done.
Suddenly 3 men entered the area in which the sniper was sniping

Richter Desmond
"Beautiful"

Richter was admiring the assasins handy work. while Chucky Vance gawked at the actual sloppiness of the job.

Chucky Vance
"Kid, really? there is no way your going to get out of here before the SWAT team shows up.

Chucky Vance was the true most dangerous man around, what mob boss has the fucking balls to show up at a murder scene with two much wanted assasins and a possible third. What mob boss has the balls to overwatch the death of one of his sworn enemies, ordered by another one of his enemies. Chucky fucking Vance had more balls than half of the superhumans in the east coast, sure he had two guys with him, but when you have killed more powerful men than god and when your raking in millions in drugs, whores and guns tell me you wouldnt do the same.

Richter Desmond
"Chuck, cut the man some slack! He has some fucking balls, and he seems a bit old to be called kid."

Cryo Kill
"Yeah, hes a better shot than most of the guys I've worked with."

Chucky Vance
"Hm, I suppose. I hear your were hired by Carmine Bonatello, underboss of the Fredo Crime Family, well we just umm bought out that family and were wondering if you would like your contract transfered and extended?"

Richter and Cryo Kill approach, Richter has a briefcase full of 100 dollar bills and Cryo-Kill has the old man who hired the sniper, Frozen enough that he is on the verge of death, yet isnt going to die anytime soon. in other words; complete agony. The old man gasping at the assassin to help him, how the fuck is he going to help him? even if he could take out the 2 very skilled assassins he could do nothing to save the man. His fingers, toes and nose were frozen off, he was gasping for air. He was pretty much done.

Richter Desmond
"what do you say shooter?"

The rifleman calmly started to dismantle the weapon as the men spoke. If they were going to kill him for doing to hit, he would have already been dead. As he placed the stock in the case, he pulled out a small bottle of bleach from one of his pouches and unscrewed the top.

"The police are to concerned with clearing the area of possible victims. At least 10 minutes before first response arrives, 5 more for SWAT, and 5 more before they start searching buildings." He said calmly as he poured the liquid over the spot he had been sitting, and where the rifle had been posted.

The man looked up slowly as he heard mention of his age, stewing quietly as he closed the bottle. He picked up the shell casing and slipped it into an armband on his bicep, adorning other used casings. Climbing to his feet, he lifted the rifle case and stared at the men, particularly the one known holding his employer, who appeared to be asking for help. The sniper leaned in, whispering into his ear. "You paid me for your target, not to be body guard."

"You may do as you choose with him, so long as I get my money." He said with a calm demeanor. He paused for a moment, looking at the case of money

"What kind of extension?"

Chucky Vance snapped his fingers at Cryo-Kill, who froze the old man solid and shattered him like glass, all the blood and organs were frozen solid.

Chucky Vance
" Well this little bit of mess will defenatly mislead them as to who shot that fat fuck downstairs, and of course you have 20 minutes, but I can make the call and they wont even fucking look at this building til the FBI comes in, which will be an hour. So we have plenty of time to talk."

Chucky Vance called the corrupt cops who were on the case.

Chucky Vance
"Yeah, hes with me so dont bother checking any of the fucking buildings. Bribe? We can talk about your bribe over tea, with your wife and you while i show her the fucking pictures of you plowing my fucking whores and smoking my fucking crack? Yeah i fucking thought so you piece of shit."

Richter Desmond
"As you see, we are the true powerful men in this city. The ability to make the most high ranking police officials crumble with just a few idle threats. My name is Richter, This is Cryo-Kill Im sure you will get along just fine, Canadians and Russians love the cold right?

Cryo-Kill
"Yeah we do have quite a bit in common. Minus the fact that we win hockey games and drink beer instead of vodka."

Chucky Vance
"Jaques! Dont insult this man, he is now a friend of ours. Sorry about him, Canadians can be so snobby sometimes. Anyways the type of extension I am talking about is long term employment. I can give you 4 million to off this little fuck who keeps messing with my operations since. Should you complete this task I will give you another 4 mil to help my friend in Chicago. First things first, there is all the money up front. I know I can trust you because if you fuck me someone will be digging your frosty remains out of the east river. Im sorry I get a little riled up when thinking about this guy. Ever hear of the Crime Reaper?

Chucky and his crew await an answer from this skilled sharpshooter.

The man watched as his previous employers remained shattered on the ground, as if someone had cracked him out of a large ice tray. He listened as what seemed to be the man in charge call the authorities, 'convincing' them to leave the inspection until after they had been long gone.

These men were the same as the others, just as corrupt and sinister as the one they had just ended, if not more so. "Controlling people with threats isn't power, its corruption." He turned to the man known as Cryo-Kill. "And I hate cold."

He turned to Chucky, listening to the proposition. "I'm not much okay extensions, it tends to lead to complications. Providing higher pay then traditionally helps, but does not grant exclusivity. So long as you pay me for each job, I'll do your work."

He opened the brief case, taking half of the money out. The man opened the rifle case and placed half of it inside. "I hope you understand, but I can only take half. While you can trust me, I can't trust you. Business is business." He said, tossing the briefcase at his feet.

"Tell me about this, Crime Reaper."

Schneider couldn't believe his eyes, he was here to get the statistical data of his most resent strain of the Hyperion drug, as he called it. It was supossed to be just a brief passby and and handoff of the data, but no he had just witnessed an excellent snipershot, his man had been surounded by gaurds and a pure head shot was an amazing feat.

He just had to meet the marksman, he thought smiling, snapping his fingers and relaying an order to his mercs in the area. From the direction the brain matter flew he knew roughly the spot where the shot had come from, so he headed towards the suspected building staying inconspicious in the crowd.

He made it into the building without any difficulty, his mercs had surrounded the building and where prepared to swarm if nesicarry, then he heard the loudly obnoxious voice of a lowlife who was far to full of himself was heard ranting about his supposed power. Yeah he got sick to his stomach hearing it, but the talk of hiring someone long term let him know he was in the right building, so why not introduce himself. He stopped to think, he had 40 mercs waiting outside armed with pistols, automatic machine guns, and a few concussive grenades, he put his odds of sucess at 80% as he stepped into veiw. "That all well and good but i have a better offer, a short term contract kill these fools and i'll give you eight million, for each i necissarry. Though i'll be happy if you just kill the guy named Richter Desmond, you see i don't like it when coal starts thinking its worth more than diamonds." He posed the offer to the Gunman, then turned a smug superior look towards Richter, daring the man to try and take action against him with his eyes.

As the briefcase came to rest in front of Chucky's feat, Vlad peered out side of the window to the street below. He watched as arm soldiers began surrounding the building, and from his angle he counted at least twenty. Vladimir turned to the men standing proudly in the room, knowing full well he would have difficulty even leaving the room, let alone the small army of soldiers on the ground floor.

"It appears I have no choi..." He was cut off as a fourth man entered the room, in slightly more extravagant clothing then the others. Immediately he began boasting a claim at 24 million for the three. Vlad connected the dots rapidly in his head and smirked.

"I assume those are your guards on the street, then." He said, acknowledging the new player. Vlad thought for a moment, contemplating the offer. Double what he would make for one target if he accepted this offer. "I'm sorry, but I can't accept the job for this Crime Reaper. He pay eight million for one man, you pay four. Sorry gentlemen." He walked past them towards the door, walking next to Schneider.

"However, I cannot accept you offer under these conditions. You will have to make contact some other way if you have a job." He stopped in the door way, turning to the group. He opened his case and dropped all but two stacks of bills, totally somewhere in the neighborhood of $25,000

"You killed my employer before final payment, so you claimed responsibility for his contracts. I'm taking my payment for the job. Keep the rest." Vladimir left the room, and began walking down the hallway towards the stairs as sirens filled the air.

Chucky Vance saw that this sniper had turned down his offer, Chucky wasnt mad at the sniper. It was all a matter of business. Chucky however was not pleased with this flashy dressed man in front of him.

Chucky Vance
"Sorry we couldnt work things out, maybe in the future we could cut a deal."

Richter Desmond
"There wont be much of a future for him should he take up this assholes offer."

Richter approached this fancy dressed man. Richter already looked like he wanted to rip him to shreds.

Chucky Vance
'Richter! Dont do anything just yet. He has dozens of armed guys out there."

Cyro-Kill
"So do I, about 8 former Canadian Commandos out there. Armed with Colt C7s and hidden in various windows, ready to pop heads. These guys dont fuck around either, they were willing enough to walk the arctic with nothing but a pair of shorts and wife beater while spear hunting polar bear, they are willing enough to take your guys out. If they arent able to take them out then I guess I will have to do so myself."

Cryo Kill then makes an ice sculpture head of schnieder, drops it to the ground and crushes it with his cybernetic leg.



Richter Desmond
"I wanna add him to my wardrobe."

Richter then got into his muay thai stance and was about to lunge foward, but was stopped by Chucky Vance.

Chucky Vance
"Nobody is doing anything stupid, Sir you are clearly a man of business, I am also a man of business. So what shall we discuss. Hopefully this can end peacefully, or perhaps it can benefit both of our causes? I have access to the best in weapons, drugs, and chemicals for your more mad scientisty side. Just name your price and you and I can have a peaceful co-existance in this city."

Richter was almost growling, like a dog that has been starved for weeks having a steak just out of reach. Cryo-Kill however, remained calm but kept his eyes on a waterpipe on the ceiling. Chucky Vance awaited an answer from this man.

"My, my, it seems you are confused my friend." Schneider said, his arrogant smile creeping onto his face, "My profesion isn't as secretive as yours, as for drugs, my company creeates medicines so what would i want with those. Now i could careless about your activities in the city so long as they don't confict with my own interests, i see no reason why we can't work together. Now for the matter of your friend threatening my and my guard, you see they don't like being threatend." as if in response to his words eight gunshots where fired in the vincity.

walking over to the boarded up window he looked outside and breathed in the heavy fumes of New York that he loved so much. " Little bit of advice gentleman always be sure to keep your mouth closed about your hidden aces, becuase you never know who might be listening in." He spoke the words casually not even bothering to gloat as he pulled out a cellphone that had its speaker switched on. " I have no quarell with you i came in because i was interested in the snipers marksmanship, i put that money on your heads to test his reactions in forced close combat but he left me high and dry with no exihibition. Now that i think about it i might have a benefit from working with you, you see i'm manufacturing a new medicine that isn't quite legit due to, some ... unforseen side effects if your interested in helping me pass it around and gather test subjects for it I would appreciate it since the sniper took down the only man i had distributing it. Well give me a call if your interested. He laughed pulling out a business card and holding it out. If they took the card that would be fine with him, if they didn't well he just had to put some effort into finding a new guy.

Cryo-Kill
"Well I made a mistake there is no doubt about that, oh well, nothing i cant replace."

Richter Desmond
"Hmm this is a nice card."

Richter hands the card to Chucky Vance

Chucky Vance
"New medicine eh, well we can help you out with that. We always have a few junkies wishing to earn a free fix. Regardless of side effcts, thats what the large bodies of water are for haha. Im sure there is a certain chemical you need to produce such a medicine. We can talk about that later though. I can push this medicine on the streets, my boys are good they dont talk. I can have this shit available from L.A to Montreal in 2 weeks tops. Whats this shit called? and what is its purpose?"

Chucky pulled out his blackberry and opened up a planner, he put down the number on the card and awaited an answer to his previous question. Richter calmed down and began talking in a calm manner

Richter Desmond
"We got off on the wrong foot, say is there anybody bothering you? Perhaps i could help you in that department."

Schneider smiled wickedly at his question, "well so far it has just been a red capsule, but my name for the project is 'Hyperion' so thats what i prefer to call it. As for its purpose it forcefully unlocks the brains limiters allowing for developmentation of superpowers or enhanced abilities." His smile slid from his face as he listened to the next question, then returned scarier than before. "Thats a long list seeing as my long term goal is to kill every hero, and dissolve all the worlds goverments. Now i know that seems like a bad idea but it leaves a major opening for powerful people to aquire more power so i think its well worth the trouble plus it seems like fun."

Chucky Vance pracitcally had dollar signs in his eyes upon hearing of the drug "Hyperion" and its effects.

Chucky Vance
"Oh really? Hehe, sounds like quite the package. Perhaps once its past its testing phase I could have a dose for myself? Every successful company is backed by organized crime. Infact I have a gift for you, Cryo-Kill! I want you to begin working for this man part-time! Perhaps a man of science can appreciate this specimen. He can conjure up all the moisture in the air to make deadly weapons, he can manipulate ice and temperatures within a certain radius. As demonstrated earlier he can freeze a man solid with ease. If your ever sketchy about a meeting this man can make a barrier of ice around you. Cryo-Kill is the most expensive mercenary in Canada, and for a reason. He went to Afgahnastan to rescue some POW's once, all he had to do was make an icewall over the caves entrance and then he went in and slaughtered the Afghans. This plating over his skin stopped their small arms, and he managed to turn them all into popsicles. He will be a fine bodyguard or assassin for you. I take it you arent the type that likes to get his hands too dirty. Please take this as a token of friendship, The Vance Family and the, Er what can i refer to you and your business as?"

Scheider doubled over laughing he couldn't help it, "well if you want to be literal about it, yes i don't like to get my hands dirty, but sometimes the fights are just worth it. As for your friend Cyro-Kill, you call him? Well the offer is appreciated maybe i could use his help from time to time. As for you taking 'Hyperion' i wouldn't suggest it right now, we've yet to have any succesful long term survivers but once its perfected i don't see why not but i have a safer method in my labs if you would like, we can custom tailor the drug for your DNA wich would remove all the side effects of the more generic version my company is currently trying to perfect. The custom tailoring makes it fifty times more expensive than twenty truckloads of the generic pill though, thats why the developmentation is so important." He said finally stiffled his laughter he listened to the final question. "I apologize how rude of me not to introduce myself, I am Schneider Van Helcraft, Owner of Helcraft Pharmacueticals International." he was going to continue but his phone went off, he quickly checked it then sighed, " shit about to miss my daughters violin recital well i have to go, you have the contact info you need so we should be set goodbye." Then ofcourse instead of leaving normally he flicked his hand and in a flash of red light the back wall blew out, then he strode out looking like he was walking on air before he slowly dropped to the ground and a large black limosuine pulled infront of him, he climbed in cheerily and drove off.

Chucky Vance watched his new business partner exit the building, He then told his underlings to follow him up to the top of the building to catch a Helicopter. They get in and it happens to be an NYPD Helicopter with a corrupt cop piloting it.

Officer
"where to Mr. Vance?"

Chucky
"Take me to the Hamptons, I feel like doing a bit of relaxing. Drop Jaques here at the old abandoned meat packing plant on Coney."

Richter Desmond
" Drop me at 2300...."

Chucky cuts him off.

Chucky Vance
"Your coming with me."

Richter was suprised, he thought he was going to get to relax at the Hamptons with his boss.

Richter Desmond
"Thanks Chuck, I could use a little vacation."

Chucky Vance
" haha, no way. Im shipping you out to Chigaco! Your working for Stanley for a few weeks."

Richter
"Seriously? I fucking hate Stanley, that guy doesnt know what the fuck he's doing half the time and he is always fucked on drugs.

Chucky Vance
" Savage Stanley has done more for this family than you could dream of, it was his idea to branch out across the country.

Richter
(muttering under his breath) "He sure blew it in Boston."

Chucky Vance
"Shut the fuck up bitch! You are a nothing Richter, so you whacked out a few fucks in your day, but ever since Crime Reaper turned your face into mince meat youve been the most worthless Capo a Family could ask for, one more fuck up and I am sticking you in Chicago permanently! Stanley can replace you so very easily, He'd proabably take care of the Crime Reaper faster than you, and actually finish the job for once."

Richter grew sick of the constant belittling at the hands of Chucky, oddly enough it started after Richter gained his regeneration powers, and became a better killer and fighter. Richter knew Chucky better than anyone, this was a sign of Chucky feeling threatened by Richter. Richter was about ready to slash Chucky's throat, before realizing Cryo-Kill was there, Richter was not afriad of Cryo-Kill but figured fighting him in a chopper may not go very well.

Richter
"Just drop me off at my hotel, I can drive to Chicago."

Chucky
"yeah do me the fucking favor, didnt want to fly you out to Chicago on my private jet anyway. Lower him onto that rooftop. Make sure anything that bothers Stanley is taken care of, il see you in a few weeks. Cryo-Kill im sorry but you get off here, you can walk the rest of the way."

Cryo-Kill and Richter get off on a rooftop.

Richter
"I swear to god I'm gonna fucking kill that cocksucker."

Cryo-Kill
"I know what you mean."

Richter cracked a little smile, and turned to Cryo-Kill.

Richter
"As his Capo, I am next in line as Don. If he kicks it I get all of his assets. I could sell off the family and all the rackets to the other families, I would make a fucking MINT! Recruit a few guys and take care of Crime Reaper and the Illuminati myself! You with me?

Cryo-Kill
" I can help you out, I would want 20% of the money."

Richter
" Done and Done my friend, didnt think you hated the guy like I did."

Cryo Kill
" I dont like how he thinks he is so powerful. How do you plan to off the guy?"

Richter
" Neglect."

Richter pulls out a newspaper clipping, the Crime Reaper attacked a drug shipment the other day and wrote in blood "Chucky Vance, your time will come"

The two then leave the building.