Snippet #1153667

The Gunman stood up, and walked out of the room. As soon as he got out, he headed towards the roof, where a helicopter was waiting to take them to NY. He noticed the Twins and the Jackyl following suit. Number Seven didn't need to pack anything - his trusted .47 Magnum rested under his left arm, as usual. He had everything he needed to get the job done. Between him and the Twins, they would track down the traitor, and bring her in for questioning. As long as #8 could control his urges to cause death and mayhem, that was... And as long as he could be trusted.

He shook his head as he thought about it, dismissing the train of thought. Cloud had seen fit to place him in a group with the Twins and the Jackyl. The Gunman never complained. That was one of his credos, and today was no exception. He would get the job done without failure, #8 or no #8 in his group. #13 had betrayed Cloud. That was unacceptable. Now, she had to face punishment. That was the mission of the Assasians.

The helicopter's engines were already roaring when the Assasians arrived to the roof. The Gunman entered the helicopter, and sat down inside, preparing for the long trip by re-reading the file on the NYC attack, that they had all received. It wasn't a military helicopter, but a comfortable civilian one, which allowed them to relax and get some sleep during the trip to New York. The Jackyl and the Twins soon followed him inside. When they were all sitting there, Number Seven felt the helicopter take off.

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Soon after, he fell asleep.