A Usual Day

Black gun yawned as he woke up in his bed, scratching his head. Another day to kill and to make money for life. Going towards his computer his next assignment was ready. Reading up on it he gave them his fee for super-powered targets. A few minutes later they agreed to the terms and Black gun recieved the first half of the payment. Grabbing his usual two clips of cut diamond bullets, the usual for super powered, he went out the door. Outside he went around back to his gun storage where he placed a code into the regular tempered-steel shed. Entering he took two silverballers, his sniper, and the silencers as well as his foiled brief case to hold it all. Then he sat out to the base of operations this were to go down.

First of all he requested that across the street at the motel there be a room set up for him at the highest reach. From there he took the key from the attendent and took to the room. Going up the stairs into room 233 he set up his sniper riffle and loaded his silver ballers. From the window he looked through the sniper scope. There were two gaurds in relatively closed rooms up at the top of the base. He opened the window slightly to fit his gun out then took them out. No one saw as usual but then again no one paid attention. He packed his suit case with the disasembled sniper and closed it up. He put the suit case in the closet and set up a bomb trap to it. Then in his finely done outfit he headed out the door. Black gun silently went over to the doors of the base and went in.

He hid quickly and saw a staff door open. They were having a catering party tonight and that was the door for the catering staff. He went in quitely and took his outfit off to change into a catering outfit. He hid his nice clothes into the locker and left. Now outside he went into a room where there was silverwere. Now since he was dressed up in catering outfit he was instructed to take some silverwere to the front. The target was most likely in there and was properly gaurded by metal detectors and armed men. He too his silveballers and his diamond shooting gun and hid it under the silver presenting top. They wouldn't check it because it is all metal. Going into the entrance to the front they check him and found nothing. Entering he headed to the bathroom where he retrieved his guns and placed them into his catering jacket. There he continued outside to the front room and placed the silverwere where the table was. Then he turned his attention to the gaurds, gaurding the boss's room. He decided to go into the kitchen where he mixed up som white wine, gin, and a baezing cocktail; a little poison of course. He gave the assortment of drinks to the gaurds, where after a few minutes they went to use the bathroom.

Black gun headed in after them with his silverballers. With the silent silverballers he shot both of them in the back of the head. There he took one of their outfits and hid his guns once more. Heading into the bosses room he took out his silent gun and asked the boss a question. The boss turned around and he was shot in the head instantly by a diamond bullet. There he fell dead out of his chair. Now it was time to leave and he went back down the hallway. Going back to the locker he stashed his suit, he returned to his original outfit and headed out quitely.

Returning back to the motel he disabled the bomb and retrieved his suitcase and returned the keys to the room. When he got home he packed away his guns except for his diamond shooter, into the steel shed outback. Then heading back in he placed his gun into his private armory and took his shoes off. Going to bed the story was already being printed on the newspaper and on TV... No one named or saw the killer...

The rest of fee was paided straight up....

Nightkill looked at his TV screen and saw that there had been a shooting and nobody knew who was responsable. He broke out into a smile, and hacked into a satellite out in space. After a few minute's investiagtion, he walked out and started looking for the killer. He had narrowed it down to a hotel here, but didn't know the room number or the person.

The black gun didn't watch TV all that much and he mostly just read the paper. There his killing was said on the front page. Everyone didn't even know who it was but they said it was a skilled marksmen as all the victims were executed by head shot. With no one even seeing.

Nightkill had enough data collected later, far more than police had even guessed, and knocked on the Black Gun's door.

Black Gun pointed his gun at the door and then quickly put it away in his jacket as he opened it," Hello I have been expecting you."

Nightkill looked somewhat surprised, but let it slide. "Quite a piece of work you did." he said, giving him the day's paper. "Police couldn't track you, but I'm better than police."

Black Gun raised an eye brow," What are you talking about," he said looking at today's paper.

Nightkill chuckled. "Look, I know you killed those two people. But are you an assanin or just a killer?"

Black gun just skuffed. Apparently his confronter is not so ignorant, but how did he know it was him? Black Gun furter deepened his questions seeing how," What? How can you be so sure that it is me? I do not have anything that would prove otherwise."

Nightkill grinned. "I have a direct satellite uplink in my head, have serveral contacts, and cameras all over town." he replied. "I gathered enough data to find you."

Not being one to be played he had to comment," Really you have them all over gorgea huh? Welll that explains the cameras I found and disabled on this block," Black gun looked at the clock to the left for a momment," Sir it is getting rather late and I have to go to chicago tomarrow; buisness meeting, you understand don't you? So I will have to ask you to leave," Black Gun got up from his chair and walked to open the door," Oh yes before you leave I have a drink for you," going over to the kitchen he pulled a bottle of red water," Here this is for you go ahead and take it with you," Then he threw it too him while he pulled out a silverballer and curved a bullet right to him.

A green blast burst behind Nightkill, and Obsidior burst through the smoke floating on the green energy like a surf board. "No more killing for you" he said in his Canadian accent and then skeletons walked up and came rushing at the Black Gun. "Thank you by the way Nightkill for leading me here" he said with a wink, he was sure Nightkill had no idea Obsidior was following. Obsidior dropped to the ground as the energy under him dissipated and he rose his hands in the air and dropped them as more skeletons burst through the walls with a jerking motion some of them falling to the ground before getting back up. "Boo!" Obsidior said with a smile as he glared at the Black Gun.

Nightkill dodged the bullet and caught the drink. "Wait, I had a job for you!" he said, as he blasted a few skeletons.

Black Gun punched a skeleton in the face where he collapsed," How much," he asked putting away his diamond gun and pulling out his silver ballers," Hey can you maybe stop the skeletons? It is a bit annoying and this ammo isn't cheap," Black Gun shot a skeleton in the face," Seriously... if I wasn't relocating to Chicago..."

More skeletons popped out of the floor and zombies followed. "Useless fools" he said with a smile as his eyes glowed green and he fired a green blast at Nightkill's chest.