Snippet #951329

#9 stood outside of a London night club. He was working as a bouncer there under the name Drake Weston. He fit the part perfectly. He was larger than most people and generally more intimidating. He saw another bouncer walking and checked his watch, his Shift was over. #9 nodded to the other bouncer as he left and went to his next assignment. An assassination at a London church. He stopped by his apartment, picked a long, thin case with strap, and slung it over his shoulder. He proceeded to the church that twenty minutes away. When he got there, he stood outside the church and pulled a book out of his pocket, the area was completely deserted. Five minutes later he watched his target pass by and enter the empty church, he followed a few minutes later, and hid in the shadows forty feet away. #9 put his book away and placed the case that was slung over his shoulder on the ground. Ten minutes later, his target came walking back, unknowing of his fate. When the target was a few feet away #9 opened the case, picked up the claymore, and stepped from the shadows. In an instant he stabbed the man that was his target through the torso and sliced outwards. The man fell to the floor dead. #9 pulled out a rag and wiped the blade of his claymore clean, then replaced it in the case. He Sighed heavily. "I need a drink." Then he left through the opposite end of the church.

An Hour Later

#9 walked up to the bar and tried the door. It was locked. #5 had already shooed away the normal customers. He knocked on the door.