Introduction
Gracie still leads a secret life from her family though. She continues to kill who ever she is paid to, without remorse. Can anyone turn Gracie from the dark future ahead? Or will revenge bent strangers get the best of her.
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Gracie: Taken
Rival: Tyler Williams
Friends at School (Soon to be enemies or allies):
1. Chris Talley
2. Valentine Knight
3. Open
4. Open
People after Gracie:
1. Reserved VitaninHeart
2. Open
3. Open
4. Open
Informist: Taken
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After watching the area closely and checking and rechecking his weapons, mentally running through a hundred simulations, it was finally time to move in. Valentine exited the car and moved over to the gate, where a man stood watch, the bulge of a pistol visible under his jacket. Valentine snapped up his ACR and opened fire with a short, suppressed burst of 6.8mm rounds. The man dropped soundlessly.
Slinging the ACR over his back and drawing his handgun, he climbed over the gate, dropping another two members of the cartel who were talking near the front door, one bullet to the skull each. He knew that bypassing the security system was nigh-impossible - especially while retaining a comfortable amount of firepower - so he had decided on the simplest plan of all; going in the front door.
Ahead of him lay a two-story house. He knew that the drug lord would likely be on the top floor in his office, and he'd counted ten cartel members on the premises, plus the lord's wife and possibly his lawyer. He'd have to bring them all down silently; once inside the house, the suppressed gunfire would echo off the walls, alerting everyone to his presence. He lowered his gun and drew his KM2000 knife, holding it backhanded. No moonlight glinted off its carbon-black blade.
Getting inside would be difficult, however, so he took the logical explanation - ringing the doorbell. The man who answered was with the cartel, and was rapidly dispatched as the knife cut his throat. Valentine closed the door behind him and ducked into the kitchen as he heard footsteps from the top floor.
(Tried to handle this as realistically as possible.)
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30 minutes later ...
Gracie finished the computer job and set the time for 9:10 p.m. to shut off for long enough for her to get in and hopefully out. "See you later," she said and silently leapt out the window. She began walking to the meeting point hoping it would waste enough time than driving would have.
By the time she had gotten there, it was almost 6:00 p.m. "So you're the person," a bald man asked. "Yes, I am," she replied and shook his hand. "My men should be here around 9:00, like you asked. We didn't expect you to arrive this early. But I have to ask, don't you think your hair will get in the way?" Gracie looked at the man and smirked. "It never has before. I'm a pro at this stuff, I don't let things get in my way."
It had taken a few more hours of waiting until everone had gathered there. Now they were all ready to go, especially Gracie. "The security system shold be going off in a few minutes. Some of you need to stand watch at the perimeter and others shold follow me in. You men who follow me, you take the men who work for him. I have to get the lord and can't risk losing." That I will, she thought to herself.
"Alright, three .... two .... one!" Gracie ran towards the gate, preparing to take out the guard. But he was already dead. "What the hell ... this must mean," Gracie said as she looked up and saw someone kill a guard that was at the door and enter the house. "Crap! You three! Go in after the other intruder! I'll look for a quick way up to the roof." Gracie ran around to the side of the house and saw a way to climb up. She ran up the side and grabbed the edge of the roof. Gracie fell once, but on the second try made it up. A window that lead into the bathroom was the closest, so she took the opertnity. But she was quickly met by a guard with a rifle. She drew a knife and threw it at his heart, missing and landing it in his throat. "Damn," she said to herself as she climbed through the window. "I told you men to watch for guards," she hissed at the men behind her. They ran ahead of her and looked around. "They better not make me fail this mission." Gracie went over to the stairs, quickly killing another with her other knife. She saw two more going towards the kitchen and shot them down with her revolver. "Alright, check for any more while I look for the lord," she said to the remaining men around her.
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The drug lord, a tall, slightly overweight man named Micheal, heard gunfire outside, and ducked slightly. A moment later, he recovered from the shock and turned to two of his men. "We're under attack," he said, making an effort to keep his voice calm. "Load your weapons. Steven, stay in here; get on the phone and call everyone. Tell them to get here on the double. Jason, grab the rest of the men from the flat outside, along with a few of our AKs. Search and destroy."
The two men complied, and Michael sat down at his desk, pulling out his Colt M1911 handgun and looking over it. He jammed a magazine into the underside, then made a decision. Steven hung up the phone, having made the necessary calls, and after he did so, Michael spoke. "Barricade the office door. No-one gets in. Not whoever's attacking us, not our men. No-one."
The Kitchen
Valentine heard gunfire outside, and instinctively hit the deck and dived under the table, checking the area around him for contacts. It seemed clear for a moment, but then he heard footsteps, and saw feet walking along beside the table. He could see the barrels of guns pointing towards the ground in a rest position. He made a decision to attack, and leapt up, diving from under the table to his feet, discharging his suppressed P226 into one of the men's skulls, stabbing the second with a knife and kicking the third to the ground before shooting him in the face. He looked up, and saw a red-haired girl; she couldn't have been any older than he was, and she sure as hell didn't look like one of the drug lord's troops, although the katana at her hip and the revolver in her hand suggested otherwise. He snapped up his P226 and levelled it at her skull. He couldn't miss at this range.
"Alright, you're about to answer a few questions, or I will kill you," he said matter-of-factly. "Who the hell are you, and why are you here?"
(What calibre is Gracie's revolver? For reference, most revolvers are chambered with the powerful .357 round, although some are loaded with the massive .44 cartridge; those ones are typically too heavy and have too much recoil for combat, however.)
Tina couldn't help herself. After a few hours of practice, she decided to go see the place the odd pair was meeting. After all, it probably wasn't anywhere dangerous if they were talking about it so openly in school. She threw on a track suit (purple) and took off out the door. She had plenty of time before they were supposed to be showing up there.
When she arrived, she saw a van unloading something into the building. Tina couldn't get a good look, but when she got close enough, she gasped. It was white powder, and she doubted that it was flour. She was about to hightail it out of there when something hard and metal contacted the back of her head. She went to one knee before it hit her again in the same spot, sending her from one knee facedown and knocked out.
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Tina woke up in a chair with her hands tied behind her back and a gun pressed against the side of her head. She internally noted that normal people would probably have flipped, but after years of martial arts, she was completely prepared for both the rope and the gun. After all, martial arts were for self defense, and being strapped to a chair with a gun to your head isn't a new situation. The man in front of her looked incredibly sleazy, and definitely looked like he was about to say something. She started to work on loosening the ropes as he gloated, "Well little girl, it is too bad you got caught up in our business. You should know better than to get to close to a drug deal. Now, after we all get done tonight, I am going to have fun with you, and then get rid of you. Look forward to it." He laughed manically as his gun drifted away from her head. Bingo.
She ripped her arms out of the now useless knot and tilted her head to the side. Her legs came up from underneath to catch the man in between his legs and make him a little less of a man. Still in the chair, she used her other leg to knock the gun out of his hand and far off to the side. Then, with one of her leg still between his legs, and one brought back to place on his side, she twisted, taking herself of the chair and slamming him hard into the floor. Before he could react, she had thrown an elbow into his spine, taking him out of the game entirely. She hated to do potentially life-threatening attack, but as of right now, she had absolutely no sympathy for the bastard of a man. He could rot in hell for all she cared, especially if he was that drug lord (which, for reference sake, he was not). She heard movement outside and got ready to fight. He could have had body guards...
She stood up, wiping away a few tears she hadn't realized were there. She was going to have to try something else, was all. She stomped back to her room, finding the stash of weapons she had hidden from Gracie. She hated weapons, she hated the idea of fighting, she couldn't stand the thought of what she was going to do...but she would, anyway. She pulled out one of the pistols, unsure of it's power and barely knowing how to use it, and a couple of the knives. She changed out of the clothes she had been in all day, from pajamas to a pair of tight jeans and a low-cut shirt and, just in case, the belt she had been taught to carry around when dealing with animals; mostly it was empty except for the gerber multitool. She use the slots for the safety straps to attach the knives and pistol. Even wearing the weapons made her uneasy. Hell, even wearing a black shirt made her uneasy. She tied her hair back into a braid, glad that she had seen, at least, the general direction her sister had gone in. She made sure to tie a sweatshirt around her waist before she even thought about leaving the house, hiding her gerber, and her sister's pistol and knives.
She wasn't sure, though, that she could use the weapons, even to defend herself. Now, if she had to defend her sister, that was anothing thing entirely. But she was going to try to get used to it. If that was what it took to get her sister to listen, to get a chance to get to know her sister all over again, she would. She stopped long enough to tell her parents that she had a date with a friend, then left. If anything, she was good at hiding her anxiety when necessary. She went to her car, figuring she'd be much faster that way. She headed off the way her sister had gone, being careful to examine every person she passed by to see if she could find her sister. She was confident she'd find her this way, since the care wouldn't get tired and stop until it needed gas, and it wa pretty full at that point, fortunately. "Now...where did you go, Gracie..."
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"Agh," Gracie yelled as she was hit from behind. She quickly twisted so that she was facing the attacker and fired several shots at him. Gracie stood quickly as she loaded her revolver with more ammo and leapt backwards down the stairs as more bullets were fired at her. "Once again, thanks for killing my back-up," she snarled at the boy she was now standing a few feet in front of.
(I'm not sure what it is, but I know that it's light, but accurate and has a 12 inch barrel. When I was looking for guns, I didn't think of looking for anything specific. Sorry! :) )
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Valentine dropped another two enemies with his sidearm, killing them instantly. As Gracie kept shooting, he sighed, and after the gunfire stopped, said, "Don't suppose you could have brought a suppressed weapon along? Nobody had any clue what was going on until you and your goons turned up."
He switched to his assault rifle - subtlety was no longer a concern - and held it military-style, pressed tighly to his shoulder, military-style. "Quit your whining," he said. "If I'm correct, they're assassins, as are you. The world is better off without them. Now, if you please, I'm off to go kill the drug lord," he said, and advanced upstairs, checking for targets with his thermal sight.
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Then she saw a man coming up the stairs armed with an assault rifle. Well, there went that hope. If she was closer in, she probably could have taken him out before he could shoot her, but she as at least 15 feet away. She had no chance at this range. So she did the only thing she could think of; she rose her arms over her head in surrender and said, "I'm not armed, so don't shoot me!"
She froze as she heard someone else calling out not to shoot; it sounded like a female, too. she held her breath and poked her head into a building. Now, perhaps she was desperate in finding her sister, but she should have known better than to call out herself. "Hello? Little sister? Anyone?" She realized a second too late that it had probably attracted more than just her sister's attention to call out like that and covered her mouth, pressing herself against a wall and hoping to avoid detection. What a mess! She wasn't anywhere near used to this sort of situation.
And her parents! What would they think if they knew what she was doing; what she had just done? She had prided herself on being intelligent sometimes, but that didn't necessarily mean she had enough common sense to keep herself from being noticed in a building where she couldn't see anyone. She could only hope that whoever had been really threatening was already dead, or had fled. Hopefully. Well, the damage was already done; what could she do to make things any worse?
"Come on, now...I know someone's here..."
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Valentine saw the movement on his thermal scope before he saw the girl, the tell-tale bright white light of a person through the scope. His finger tightened around the trigger and he rapidly adjusted his aim for a centre-of-mass shot, but as she threw her hands up and shouted ‘Don’t shoot!’, he released his finger from the trigger slightly. She appeared unarmed, but he didn’t take chances, and kept his rifle levelled. “Who the hell are you and why in God’s name are you here?” he asked, walking closer, rifle still shouldered but no longer aiming down the sights.
That was when he heard the sirens.
Followed by the squeal of tires outside, and the sound of guns rapidly being loaded. A voice shouted, “This is the police! Lay down your weapons and come out with your hands up!”
Oh, Christ. The Feds. Valentine had intended on being in and out before they could respond, but the delays with the assassin girl, followed by her downright foolish use of an unsuppressed weapon, meant that they’d inevitably turn up.
Valentine advanced upstairs past the civilian, and checked outside through a window. He was correct; a small legion of police stood outside, backed up by two SWAT teams armed with compact assault rifles. “Dammit,” he muttered. He could bring down the Feds – he’d done it before, and he was substantially better equipped than they were – but it wasn’t a guarantee, especially with SWAT around.
He turned back to the girls. “Alright, civilian, get the hell out of here if you want to live. When the Feds start shooting, you can be damn sure I’ll shoot back. Assassin girl, you’re in this with me now. We’ll have to shoot our way out. Do you have any high-powered weapons?” he asked. Her revolver wouldn’t cut it against the Kevlar of the SWAT teams, and his ACR was the only weapon around that would be able to do a whole lot of damage against them. Thankfully, his Dragon Skin body armour was immune to their rifles, but the girls were a different matter…
Suddenly, a noise came from outside. The law was here, which they probably should have been a long time ago. Then the man she had run into told her to run, because he was going to shoot back at the police. Her brain worked frantically for a moment. How in the hell could she get out of there when there were probably SWAT teams by every door? She would just have to get to a room and hide there and just hope nothing bad happened. With that, she took off.
Around a corner was another man with a gun in hand. Luckily, he was close enough that a swift kick to the head silenced him before any shots rang out. She momentarily debated taking the gun, a pistol (she didn't know what kind), before taking it and putting it in her pocket. She did make sure the safety was on, though (she knew that much)! She glanced down the hall to see people wielding what looked like AKs, or at least that is what they looked like based off movies she had seen. She ducked into a room quickly hid behind a chair as she heard footsteps slowly pass. Once she could no longer here the steps and she bolted silently from the room and farther down the hall. There had to be a way out not covered by police, especially now that she had a gun.
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A moment later, Valentine heard footsteps. He spun, only to be assailed by a hail of automatic gunfire. His automatic reflex was to hit the deck, and he returned fire through his thermal scope. One, two, then three targets dropped, and suddenly, the room was silent.
As he lowered his rifle, he saw that his targets were in fact the drug lord's men, not SWAT soldiers, which explained their spray-and-pray policy. He sprinted over, staying low to avoid any sniper bullets that the police might fire through the windows. Bowing down next to the drug soldiers, he grabbed a rifle and tossed it to the assassin girl. "AK-47. Formerly Soviet-issue; loaded in 7.62x39mm hollow-tip ammunition. Fully automatic. Extremely reliable," he said. "I presume that you can operate an assault rifle?"
(The anecdote about punching them is true; kevlar vests are designed to take short, sharp impacts, and are very vulnerable to blunt impact. Hit a SWAT soldier with a lead pipe and you'll break their ribs; far more damage than you'd do with a pistol or blade.)
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Valentine pointed to one of the AK-type assault rifles lying on the ground. "Take one. And clean yourself up. Blood can lead to them getting a DNA sample, and that creates all kinds of awkward problems," he said, and ducked on instinct as another burst of bullets raked the wall from outside. "Alright, here's the plan. They're trying to flush us out. As soon as they realise it's not working, they'll send in the SWAT team. We need to neutralise them and then make a break for it," he said. "I didn't pack any explosives, so we'll be relying on my forty mike-mike for anti-vehicle firepower. If we can grab a police car, we can drive several klicks, then dump the car and go our seperate ways."
------Outside------
The police commander stood among his men. A team of regular police were firing M16 assault rifles into the building, while the SWAT team, fully-armoured and packing compact machine guns, stood around the door to the building.
"Alright, they're not going anywhere," he said with a sigh. "Constable Li, this operation is now under your command," he said to the SWAT leader beside him.
Li nodded. "Understood, sir. They will be terminated immediately," he said, while a breaching charge was placed on the door. "Alright, that's it. First Team, move in."
The soldiers swept inside silently, disappearing, leaving only the tell-tale flashes of their barrel-mounted torches to denote their presence at all. Meanwhile, Li nervously awaited the inevitable gunfire...
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"An assassin? Nothing more than a mad dog without a leash. Pathetic."
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"...You did what? Oh, Gracie..."
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A martial artist and a student, in that order.
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"Gracie, maybe you shouldn't kill my neighbors..."
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"...You did what? Oh, Gracie..."
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As I said, the only way to bring down even a medium-sized cartel would either be to attack with overwhelming force, or to slip inside with a suppressed, subsonic weapon (either a pistol, a submachine gun or a specialised special forces-issue rifle such as the AS-VAL) and use that to kill the guards, and even then, there's no guarantee that you'd manage to escape. Which is why I'm confounded why a supposedly experienced assassin like Gracie would attack with a revolver (which can't be suppressed). As for the Mafia, well, you'd need to do it covertly; the Mafia hitmen will be incredibly well-armed, and as a rule, one person - no matter how well-equipped or skilled - can't take down ten people with assault rifles on their own in one go.
I most certainly have done a lot of research for my novel; I wanted to keep it as realistic as possible, so I spent months researching it before I even started writing. I'm probably on every government watchlist ever now. Also, the Peacemaker only had either a 5.5 inch or a 7.5 inch barrel. As I said, a twelve-inch barrel is absolutely massive. The reason why I asked about the calibre of Gracie's revolver was because I was curious as to whether it'd be effective against Valentine's body armour (as a rule, you'd need something on the order of a .44 or .50 AE pistol round, or a full-sized rifle round to punch through ceramic armour; and even then, you'd probably need multiple shots with the pistol rounds).
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As for non-political, well... A real cartel would be really, really hard. Some of them have their own private armies, so you would have to be very good and very lucky to pull that off. The guy you are taking down now is probably small time in comparison to the real Mexican cartels. Outside of drugs, I suppose gang leaders are a possibility, albeit a difficult one depending on the group. I would think a mafia leader would be prepared for assassination, so it would be a challenge.
Of course, this is only my thoughts on it, so I defer to Zero on it as he has obviously done a ton of research. Also, as for the 12" revolver, the only one I can think of off the top of my head is a Colt Peacemaker.
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You see, you assume that your character is a thousand times more powerful than any human. Assassinating the President of Russia would require going through literally hundreds of fully-trained FSB commandos armed with assault rifles and heavy weapons. Valentine is a veritable genius, is incredibly well-armed, has full Spetsnaz-issue training; he's planning on attacking the Vice President of the US (significantly less-defended than the Russian President), and even then, he has no expectation whatsoever of getting out alive. Plus, the FSB are far more willing to kill anyone they have to in order to defend the President - which means that, even if Tyler has abilities on the level of a physical god and somehow got past the initial wave of bodyguards, he'd be subject to an airstrike by the Russian Air Force, which would inevitably kill him, along with any civilians in the area.
Put simply, assassinating the President of Russia would be nigh-impossible unless you had access to a legion of Special Forces troops who were willing to give their lives for the cause. I believe I'm well-qualified to speak on this, having spent the last half-year researching ways to write a realistic vigilante assassin.
Try to stick to more realistic targets, please.
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Edit: Wow...I'm going to start to feel old...my caracters the oldest of all the oens submitted so far, even if it's only by a few years. :P
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Here we go.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simo_Häyhä
He's got 505 kills confirmed and credited to him with his sniper rifle, and a good number more with a submachine gun.
Also, I was wrong; it wasn't two years, it was around a hundred days. Seriously.
Funnily enough, he was eventually put in a coma; the war ended the day he came out of it. The Russians probably heard that he was back...
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Zero Reaper wrote:also, the current on-foot kill record is held by a Finnish sniper, who killed between 500 and 700 people over the course of two years
Really? Wow, that is honestly very impressive. I assume it was during the winter war?
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How did Tyler kill a million people? Doing so would require killing roughly one hundred people per day for thirty years... also, the current on-foot kill record is held by a Finnish sniper, who killed between 500 and 700 people over the course of two years (it's unknown how many he got and how many his squad got) and is accepted to be one of, if not the, best sniper in history. That was during the Finnish-Russian war immediately prior to WWII, when sniping was a far more effective tactic than it is today, and that was someone who never had to worry about the police.
To my understanding, Gracie was being sarcastic in her post. Correct me if I'm wrong.
But honestly, the maximum I'd expect an assassin to have killed over the course of a twenty year career is maybe a hundred. You see, after each kill, you have to disappear effectively, slip under the police radar, and lie low for a while before you can make another hit. Teenage assassins would most likely have only killed about twenty people over their short careers (assuming that their careers have been about two or three years long).
For the record, Valentine has killed roughly a hundred people over two years, but the majority of those were police officers caught in bombings, as opposed to him killing them personally. Also, he had no home address and was legally dead, so disappearing for him just meant getting out of the country and switching IDs.