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Art of Assassination

Art of Assassination

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A new school, new friends, same risks. Sixteen-year-old Gracie Smith has been force out of the assassin buisness, even though she was the best of the best. Now while protecting her new friends and family, she continues on, with a little extra help.

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Introduction

Sixteen-year-old Gracie Smith is an assassin for hire, trained by the best of the best. But Gracie’s parent’s were never completely alright with their daughter going around slaughtering people. So they decide to move Gracie to a new school and a new home, where Gracie is free of her assassin duties. Her parents tell her to meet new people and have fun while she’s still young. But her past actions come with consequences, and now she has people after her. Now Gracie has to protect her family and her friends from the dangerous people who are hunting her down because of her past life. Gracie has to use her past skills and abilities to hunt down these people one by one and kill them off.

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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Gracie looked at the rising sun from her window. “It’s barely five thirty,” she said before she let out a sigh. “I still have an hour and a half before I have to be at school.” I could just hack the system and say that I was there all day, she thought. “Gracie,” Gracie’s mother opened the door with a smile plastered on her face. “I should have known you would be up. Are you excited for you first day of school?” Gracie glared at her mother, knowing she already knew the answer. “No, of course not. I’d rather be off,” Gracie began, but was cut off by her mother. “Off killing someone? Gracie we all agreed it was too much for you. The have brain washed you to where it’s all you think of anymore.” Gracie smiled as she crossed the room and grabbed her backpack. “Mother, they didn’t brain wash me or anything. I loved that job; I was free to do whatever.” Gracie’s mother frowned and shook her head. “You were a toy the government used to their advantage. You followed orders every day, you had no free time.”

Gracie shook her head in return. “No, mother, I didn’t follow orders every day. Besides, you used to work for them to.” Gracie walked out of her room and down to the breakfast table. “Would you tell your daughter that what she did was way different than us?” Gracie’s father appeared from the living room into the kitchen. “Your mother is right Gracie. We were Intel Officers. We didn’t carry out the missions they made you.” Gracie took a sip of coffee before her mom snatched it away from her. “You don’t need to drink this. Have some milk instead, it’s healthier.” Gracie rolled her eyes and snatched the coffee back from her mom. “I’m not like Rosalinda mom, I’m not Miss Perfect.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” her father said as he sat at the table across from her. “She’s more like little Miss Murderer.” Gracie sat back down and started at her dad. “It’s not murder if it’s for the greater good, father.” Her father leaned in and stared back at her. “A murder is a murder no matter what. You killed how many people?” Gracie looked happily at her father and said, “Twenty-nine. And I would have gotten to thrity if you hadn’t pulled me out so fast.” Gracie’s mother pretended to ignore everything her daughter had said and began talking herself. “Now, if anyone from the government comes to your school, run. Don’t be all snooty to the school police officers. And we will be asking your teachers if you were In class. If you weren’t then you will have all you swords and guns confiscated.”

“I don’t see why you guys didn’t take them in the first place. I mean you want me to live a normal life as a teen, yet I have a closet full of weapons.” Both her parents let out a long, tired and aggravated sigh.

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Tyler was in the country of china it was around 6:00 pm and there he stood disguised as a butler to a man who ran not only a drug cartel but also trafficked humans. His job kill this man but he had little time to do so because he had to be back in the states in a few hours so he could be to his first class in time. He wheeled in the cart that carried the mans favorite foods but the foods where topped with a very lethal poison that would make his death look like a simple heart attack. "here you go mr.wong" he said in chinese Mr. Wong nodded and took a bite and after a few minutes he clutched his chest crying out in pain. Tyler just stood there and ignored him and then did a lame attempt at cpr once he was sure he was dead he was out the door and running to his rendevous point so he could go back to the states. He arrived just in time to get home and continue his morning routine the best part about getting the kill it was his thirtieth kill and he knew he could rub it into his rival gracie's face as soon as he saw her

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Running is a good way to start the day, Tina decided long ago. That was why she was out here running at about 5:30 am; she was starting the day off right. Normally, she would have gone for an hour and a half more after this point, but since she had been planning on doing some more work on her forms before she left for school, she'd only stay out here for an hour more.

That was another thing that Tina liked about running; it let her think. She didn't need to put any conscious thought into her running anymore, as she had run this route for at least 7 years. It had become as ingrained into her muscle memory as chewing or breathing. So she could let her mind come up with ways to improve her style, the thing she lived and breathed for. And since running also kept her stamina up to par, it was a win-win. Heck, with the weights she had on, it could even pass for muscle training too. Hopefully, she would get a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, and even a little bit wiser after each run. Put like that, it was easy to see why she got up at 5 every morning to run.

Time passed in a blur, and before she knew it, it was 6:30 and she was back at the house. "I'm back Dad! It's your turn to make breakfast!" The two had a system where they switched off who made breakfast by the day. It was a good system too; after all, they were both pretty darn good cooks. "I'll be out back in the dojo!" she added as an afterthought. Why did an American household have a dojo in the back? Two reasons; a doting father and a hardworking daughter. Tina's father had been happy to get the materials, and Tina herself had made a dojo as best she could, relying slightly on the help of her dad's contractor of a college buddy. It was thanks to him the thing didn't fall down, but Tina had but it up herself as "strength and conditioning." When the you look at the world as a series of training exercises, it was pretty easy.

Tina started going through kata she had been working on since she was 11. The first kata had been easy, a mere combination of what she had first learned in Taido and Karate. From that point on, they got progressively harder and harder to make kata, especially now when she was trying to incorporate different arts and even techniques she invented. She was about halfway through developing the sixth kata, the second one with moves outside of Karate's and Taido's, and the first to be almost solely as such. About halfway through running the fourth kata, her dad called her for breakfast. She abandoned her training gear (minus the weights) in the dojo, threw on what she would wear to school, and got back to the house. After all that work, she was starved.

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Rosalinda paused, hearing her name being mentioned. She had kept herself from coming out from behind the corner as she listened to the familiar conversation. She shook her head, but walked into the room, her normal, cheerful smile on her face. If anything, hiding her irritation was something she was good at. "Miss Perfect? Who says?" she asked, sitting across from Gracie. Personally, she thought their parents were right; how was she to know if her kills really were for the greater good? What if they lied in telling her her missions? She leaned forward, elbows on the table. "I'm only smart, not trained in anything other than intelligence. Nothing good for what you did, anyway."

She stood back up, pouring herself a glass of milk before sitting back down again. "Anyway, Mom is right about something; drinking coffee at your age will make you short. Don't you need to be able to see over obstacles?" She doubted their parents found this to be appropriate conversation, and tat was confirmed by their disapproving faces. Really, she didn't much feel like it herself. But she and Gracie had gotten along so well when they were younger! Rosalinda wanted that back, and would work at it, even if that included offering bits of advice that their parents didn't approve of.

"By the way, I've gotten pretty good about sneaking around myself; I would check your bag when you have the time." Part of being close to her sister again was buying little gifts; things like the bracelet she had slipped into a smaller pocket of her sisters bag. It wasn't anything flashy, really, it only had a charm saying lil' sis, and another shaped as a knife, but also another that was a stuffed bear. She wasn't sure she would like it, but she had a similary one herself, but with a charm that said big sis instead, and one shaped like a wolf; the tird was a stuffed bear, like her sisters. She oped it would at least let her know that she was trying to be her sister, and not overbearing like their parents. Who knew? Maybe they would find something to talk about later on.

She changed the subject abruptly. "I'll make sure she gets to school. I had wanted to look at a clothing store near the school, anyway; I'll drop her off on the way. That's if you don't mind, Grace." She tried so hard to be lax about her sister being an assassin, instead treating her like she skipped classes often instead of running off to kill people, that she often thought it might actually be easy to get along with her. That, she had to be careful of; she always had a way of getting herself into little messes with people by doing things like that.

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Gracie smiled at her sister, "And I'm so sneaky, you might want to check your wallet," she smiled holding up two twenty dollar bills. She then got up and handed her mom a handful of jewelry. “This is yours and dad,” she said, handing him 3 twenty dollar bills. “You guys are too easy.” Gracie walked back up to her room, with her coffee and sat in front of her laptop. “Okay, let’s see if I can crack this code.” She had been recently contacted by a source that had a job for her. Gracie had been asked to break into a security system and have it disabled by tomorrow. There was plenty of money in it for her, about $2,000, considering it was the security system of a rich drug dealer. They offered her extra if she would accompany them on the mission to kill him, but she thought she might not have been able to get out of her parents sights. They were watching her practically 24/7 now. “That shouldn’t be a problem for me. I’ll go ahead and call them back, confirming the mission.” She hurriedly dialed the phone she kept hidden and soon enough, a man answered. “I’m in. Tonight at 10:00 pm, right? I’ll see you then,” she said before quickly hanging up.

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Gracie paused, pulling out her wallet as she saw the money in her hands. She closed her eyes instead of shooting her sister a glare. What if she hadn't told her about that? If she hadn't given it back? She was careful with her money, and the only money she kept in her purse was for emergencies only. She gave an exasperated sigh after Gracie had left the room, then turned to the stairs, calling after her, "You didn't answer my question; ride to school or not?" As she did, she got up, heading towards her sister's room. She didn't open the door, pausing, about to knock instead, until she heard her sister's voice. Something didn't seem right; all she heard was that she'd see somebody then.

After a moment of debating, she knocked on the door; she'd pretend she hadn't heard anything, that was all. She was no good at snooping without leaving obvious evidence that she had been there, so she'd keep her nose out of it for now. "Gracie? I was only wondering..you spend so much time shut away in that room...and we haven't had much time to hang out, you know? I was thinking...maybe shopping after school? Or even a walk through a park, or something?" She kept her voice low enough that their parents couldn't hear. She didn't need them to remind her to cal or text her to let them know that Gracie was still in her sight. Was she supposed to take her to the bathroom now, too? The girl didn't need constant attention...just someone that might be able to understand, or even help if she needed it. Not a babysitter. Maybe some time to talk would help?

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Tina cheerfully sat down at the table in her house. Her dad had cooked scrambled eggs and bacon, the two best breakfast foods. She started chowing down instantly while her father signed and sat across from her. Eventually, he asked, "I know you are hungry, but if you keep eating like that, you're going to choke yourself."

Tina swallowed down the mass that was in her mouth to respond, "But Dad, I'm not just hungry, I'm really REALLY hungry. I mean, I just went out for a long run and then ran through my katas! Why shouldn't I be starving?!" She went back to her scarfing as her father just sighed, shaking his head and muttering about his "tomboy-of-a-daughter."

A few minutes later, she had finished her meal and had thrown her backpack over the shoulder. He threw her dad a quick hug and said, "Seeya after school!" before rushing out the door and starting her run to school. She didn't want to be late again.

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Gracie jumped slightly at the sound of her sister's voice, but quickly hid her surprise behind a blank stare. "I don't care if you take me or not. Why are you here? Trying some new sibling threapy or something that Mom and Dad want you to do? Well, the past is gone. I hope you know that I don't want to change. No matter how nice you are," Gracie said as she closed her compter, grabbing her bag and standing up. "I think I'll be fine with walking to school today." Gracie was never a door person, she was more of a window gal. So she opened her window and gracefully landed below. "It's almost 6:30. I'll just hack and say that I was on time if I am late." Gracie unconsiously looked up and down the street, making sre no one or nothing suspicious was out there waiting. Her parents had said that she had been taken off the governments charts, maps and radars completely. But she knew she wasn't, she knew how they really worked. "If anyone approaches you, pretend you don't know anything or run. I don't care if they offer you your old job back or anything. You are not to speak to anyone about anything, alright? You know what will happen if you agree to anything." Her father had explained that to her a million times last night. She always replied, "I would rather be working for them than here in this hell hole you call 'freedom'." Gracie knew she cold be rather mean sometimes, but it had become a natural thing. Her parent's didn't know what they were getting themselves into. They thought that they could move and try to make her normal and everything wold be alright. Well, they weren't as notified and knowledgable as they made themselves sound.

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Rosalinda froze, then expression hardened briefly into a glare at the door. She wiped the glare off her face, then leaned forward, ear to the door, listening carefully. Sibling therapy? Their parent's idea? She had been the only one that didn't want to force Gracie to stay away from her job; had even thought about trying to help her out for a while. And she assumed, after all that, that she was helping their parents? Now she was in trouble. She heard the window open, and let out a quiet sigh. Of course she would. "Who said I was telling you to change?" she asked, though she knew she was probably gone by then. She waited another minute before opening the door, and glanced around her sister's room for a few minutes.

She bit her lip before moving around, exploring her room. She didn't like looking through her sisters room; who knew what she would find? But she was going to make her sister listen to her. She was going to find her sisters weapons, and hide them somewhere else; she wasn't quite sure where yet, but she would find a good hiding place. And then...what else could she do? Perhaps...wait outside the school later on. Wait for her to leave the school building and then follow, walk along, try to get her to talk. If not, she would still have the weapons hidden, and she would find out sooner or later. She hated doing this, but how else was she to make her sister understand what she was trying to say? She paused, remembering her saing something about a closet full of weapons, and looked to the closet door. An expression, or were they really in there? Only one way to find out. "Sorry, Gracie...but making assumptions makes an ass out of you...and I don't like that..."

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Gracie was surprised at the number of people who were walking to school. It was high school, right? “Shouldn’t more people be driving,” she mumbled to herself as another person pushed past her, in a rush to get to school. Gracie had learned to drive by the time she was 13, and it was pretty much legal since she worked for the government. She was still about a mile away from the school, a few more minutes of walking. Kids were still frantically running in the direction of the school, barely passing Gracie by. If one had bumped into her, she would have probably flipped them over her shoulder and flat on their back. But no one did, to her surprise. The school came into view after a few minutes, “Great. I’m almost there.” She ran through procedures and drills in her head. How to get out of the building if necessary, how to take someone down without a weapon and how to … not bump into people. “Why don’t you watch where the hell you’re going,” Gracie snapped. “Young lady, you might be new, but I’m sure your old school didn’t tolerate foul language.” Gracie looked up to meet the eyes of a short, fat and rather old looking man. “And who might you be,” she said, glaring down at him. “I’m your principle, Miss Smith.” Gracie rolled her eyes, If I still worked for the government, I wouldn’t have to deal with this. She took a deep breath and smiled at the man. “I’m sorry sir. But, as you know, I’m new and rather nervous. I apologize for my behavior,” she said with a sweet smile she only pulled off in an act. “I’ll let you off this time, Miss Smith, but next time, I won’t go easy on you.” The man walked away, cueing Gracie to glare once again. “I can tell I’m going to hate it already.”

Gracie’s locker wasn’t that far from her first class, Chemistry. After gathering her things, she walked into the class, fashionable late of course. “Nice of you to finally join us, Miss Smith.” Gracie, walking in without a word, sat in the only open seat, right in the middle of the room. “Great.”

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Tina, however, had gotten to school on time. She had run the entire way from her house which meant that she had made the bell with time to spare. Unfortunately, she had to go to likely the most boring class she had in the day; chemistry. Not only was it first thing in the morning, which meant it was right after Tina's workouts, but the teacher was absolutely soporific. Tina had propped a book under her chin, and had opened her chem book vertically on the table in front of her to hide her face from the teacher. That way she could write ideas for katas or just plain sleep without being seen. She had just started to sketch when the doors of the class opened.

The first thing noticeable for most people was the flame-red hair. The first thing Tina saw was her eyes; cold, hard rocks that sucked all life from her face. Those were not the eyes of a normal person. They were the eyes of a fighter; or, more accurately, the eyes of a killer. The girl sat down next to Tina, who glanced over at her before she went back to sketching some kata ideas. It didn't look like the other girl wanted to talk too much.

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Gracie glanced at the girl next to her out of the corner of her eye. "Nothing interesting," she said. She reached into her pocket, to maybe find something to play with to pass some time, and found a knife. "Hey, is it true you aren't supposed bring weapons to school? I wasn't sure if my parents were being serious or not," Gracie leaned over and asked the girl. Use your common sense, Gracie. You've had to go under cover in a school before. You know weapon's aren't aloud in any school, her mind told her. "Miss Smith, since your so interested in what the class is learning, perhaps yo can answer this ... simple question. A compound containing the elements C, H, N, and O is analyzed. When a 1.2359 g sample is burned in excess oxygen, 2.241 g of CO2(g) is formed. The combustion analysis also showed that the sample contained 0.0648 g of H. Determine the mass in grams of C in the 1.2359 g sample of the compound." Gracie looked down for a second then looked back up. "0.6117 grams of Carbon." Working for the government meant she had to stdy some subjects early. Chemistry was a major one. Some kids were asleep and some were looking at her in a weird way. "How did you get that answer," the teacher asked, a puzzled look on her face. "The same way anyone else would, I thought. I can elaborate if you want. Well first I'll start by saying that the only thing necessary for a combustion reaction is oxygen and something that will burn, or be oxidized. There's no rule stating that a combustion reaction can only produce CO2 and H2O. This is known as rusting and it's a very slow combustion reaction, not like the types you're usually used to like clothes catching on fire or wood burning. Notice that no water or carbon dioxide was formed in the above reaction yet it is still a combustion reaction because we have oxygen reacting with another substance and the substance being oxidized." Gracie walked to the front of the class and began to write on the board.

0.6117 g C x 1 mol C/12.01 g C=0.05093 mol C

0.3564 g N x 1 mol N/14.01 g N=0.02544 mol N

0.2030 g O x 1 mol O/16.00 g O=0.01269 mol O

0.0648 g H x 1 mol/1.01 g H=0.0642 mol H

C: 0.05093 mol/0.01269 mol=4.013
N: 0.02544 mol/0.01269 mol=2.005
O: 0.01269 mol/0.01269 mol=1.000
H: 0.0642 mol/0.01269 mol=5.06

Empirical formula: C4H5N2O


"See, I converted everything into moles for you, and figred the empirical formula." Gracie walked back to her desk and sat down. "You know, if you want to challange me, your going to have to think harder," she said with a smirk.

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Tyler walked into the chemistry class a llittle bit late " glad you could join us mr.williams" the teacher said a bit annoyed " go sit down next to your new lab partner Gracie" she said. Tyler smirked this was too perfect he could annoy her as well as rub the fact that he got to thirty kills before her. He st down on one of the uncomfortable stools and waited for Gracie to take seat next to him

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Gracie glanced at Tyler and let out a puff of frustration. "You have got to be kidding me," she said to him. "What the hell are you doing here?" Gracie shoved her knife down deep into her pocket, resisting the urge to murder him. "Last time I checked, you were in Brazil chasing after the drug cartel ship," she kept her voice in a very low whisper that only they could probably hear. Gracie was thouroghly confused by his presence. No one should know her whereabouts, according to her parents. She knew the government would find her and send someone to retreive her. "Please tell me your here to 'kidnap' me or somehing."

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No I go to school here I killed me.wong this morning another cartel down" he said " meaning I got number 30 I was asked to give you this folder on that assignment looks llike well be working together" he said

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Tina looked over at the new girl and the weird guy. They... knew each other? Huh, well that was weird. How would they know each other? Tina had to admit, she was pretty curious. That guy didn't exactly have the best reputation in the world, and for the new girl to know him? It was too weird. She pricked up her ears when they started talking, but she could make out all the words the girl said. "...kidding me...doing here?...Brazil chasing...cartel ship...kidnap me or something." What? That guy was going to kidnap her? Well, Tina would keep an eye out to make sure that didn't happen. She might not be some hero of justice or anything, but she knew that kidnapping was wrong. She could make out what the boy had said, as he was too far away, but he seemed pretty smug about something. Was it his kidnapping attempt? Tina swore she would get to the bottom of this.

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Rosalinda sighed; with all the weapons hidden, she could finally get Gracie to talk to her properly. She sighed before heading to her computer; while she was away from the school, she had told herself she would instead be taking her classes online, for however long it would take for her and Gracie to finally get along. She didn't really want much...just a chance to talk with her, to make sure she knew she was trying to support her; why else would she put a knife on her the chain bracelet she had slipped into her sisters bag? She logged onto her computer and started looking through the work she had to get done. Nothing much; at least, nothing that she couldn't do within a few hours. She glanced up at a clock, winced slightly, then hurried to start her schoolwork.

If she wanted to be there by the time Gracie got out of school, she'd have to finish everything within a few hours. She was sure she could manage that, if she really worked at it, without breaks unless necessary. She paused, mentally telling herself to relax; she'd never get anything done if she was so worked up. Finally, she went into one of the quizes, failry early, and grinned slightly as she read through the first question, asking the difference between ectothermic and endothermic. Perhaps it wouldn't take so long, after all.

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"I'm not sure if you got the memo, buddy. But I don't work for you anymore. I do rogue missions, and occasionally help the government under my parents nose's. I don't have the tie of day anymore to travel around the world and all that. Wish I did, but I don't. Simple things around here are all I have time for is smaller missions around here and information gathering." Gracie leaned back in her chair and shook her head. "We shouldn't even be talking about this here. Wait till ... after school or something." Gracie clicked the pen in her hand rapidly as she waited for the school day to end. There were still hours to go. "Ugh," she sunk down into her chair and rolled her eyes. The teacher had been explaining Empirical Formulas forever now, and Gracie had already shown that she knew what she is doing. She glance at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. Only a few more minutes.

What class do you have next, she jotted down on a piece of paper and slid it over to Tyler. The teacher may have been good at catching people passing notes, but Gracie knew it was nearly impossible for her to catch her in the act. She had been trained in getting information to one point and not be noticed. Gracie quickly looked at her scheduale and saw that she had ... Algebra 2?!? Are they trying to kill me? I took this class when I was 11! Ugh, she thought. "This really sucks ... it really sucks .... I'm going to ask for a scheduale change. They could have at least given her AP Calculus or something more fitting.

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It's not from me it's from russia the vice president Wants us to assassinate the president he's started to go corrupt and selling drugs and gotten into trafficking humans he asked for us specifically also I have algebra2 next class" Tyler wrote and slid her

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( I apologize for not posting! School has kept me busy, and Honor Choir on top of that.)

Gracie looked over at Tyler and sighed. I can't go to Russia ... I can take a look at it, but I wouldn't be able to go. Is there any tech stuff I can do, or maybe some people I could convince over the phone? She passed the note back to him. Only a few minutes was left in class. Gracie quickly gathered her things and waited for the bell to ring. "Okay class, tomorrow we will be doing a lab. So girls make sure you bring hair ties and close toed shoes. Guys, I'd rather you not wear the baggy clothes." With that the bell rang, and Gracie made sure she was the first out of class. "Man, I think I'm developing a case of master claustrophobia," she said to herself, rubbing the back of her neck. There were so many kids in one small space ... to many in her opinion. How come no one was freaking out? Everyone was calm, socializing with friends or occupying themselves with 'lovers'. How can anybody even ... blah, she thought, making her way to her locker. Some people stared at her, and she glared back, not knowing why they were staring. That was the last thing she wanted, was people staring. When she was working, she made it to where no one noticed her presence, but here ... it was like she couldn't escape them.

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(its fine lol)

"yeah can you access the presidents security system and bring it down also I need you to hack his computer and get me a job thats close to him thats all I need and I can probably get you out of the state easily we all know I'm a very sneaky person" Tyler said opening his locker "look I know we're rivals but I consider you a friend if you need help around here socially then just let me know I can get you in anywhere" he said

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A series of 'clicks' echoed through Valentine's car.

First came the magazine, sliding firmly into the reciever of his ACR with a satisfying 'thunk'. Then the attachment of the M203 grenade launcher, a quieter, more metallic sound made as he secured it in place. The same sound came as he attached his thermal scope to the top. The thin, light sound of metal on metal as he slid the suppressor on. The heavy, slick sound of a tear gas round being thumbed into the tube of the M203, followed by another clack as the chamber slid closed. Then the heavy 'click-clack' of the bolt being racked.

He looked through the scope; he'd zeroed it beforehand. It was ideal for the low-light conditions he'd be operating in. Resting the ACR on the seat, he pulled out his SIG-Sauer P226 handgun, sliding a magazine in, pulling back on the slide and checking the underbarrel laser sight. Followed by the slide of steel on steel as his KM2000 laser-cut combat knife slid into its sheath.

He checked over his loadout. His armour was securely fastened, his weapons all loaded and ready to go. All that remained was to wait until sundown, and then to launch his assault.

(Nasia, when are we going to kick off the drug lord assassination? Also, Jackrules, check the OOC thread.)

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"If you think of me as a friend, then why are dragging me on a suicide mission. Sure I would be able to handle the hacking, most likely. But going out of state, more or less out of country? My parent's would notice. On a more light subject, I actually have a target that I will be eliminating tonight. He's a drug lord that is vacationing in this area. I have to concentrate on it if I want to get paid full." Gracie looked at the clock in the hall. Still hours to go. "Let's just get to class and hurry. I want this day to be over so I can go home and finish some of the job. Oh, and the location of the target is downtown. The hugh house on Gillington Street. If you want, you can come back me up." Gracie made her way into the class room and sat down, letting out yet another sigh. "And I don't need any social help. It's not like I'm staying for long. I hope I can convince my parents to let me move to Washington D.C. and stay in my old house. You know, the one they paid for."

2:48 p.m. School Is Out

Gracie was practically dead from English Class. "Ugh, there is no way I want to go to school ever again. I learned nothing besides how annoying some people can be." Gracie looked around the street, no one seemed to be walking home really. So she decided to hurry home and finish her job. "What should I bring? Maybe my lucky revolver? I should be able to sneak out, once everyone is on bed. Since Mom and Dad said they want to go to bed every night at 9:00 p.m. I think I'll call them back and ask to meet around 5:00 p.m. so I can get a look around the perimeter." Gracie looked up and down the street before pulling out her cell phone and dialing in the encoded number. After a short while, a man answered the phone. "Yes, this is her. I would love to meet you guys at 5:00 instead of 10:00. I want to get a good look at the perimeter and map some escape route's. If you want it done, you should have it done right." With that, she hung up and headed home.

Gracie arrived home a few minutes later, walking with a straight face. "Mom, Dad, I'm home ... wish I wasn't but I am." She quickly went up stairs into the bathroom to take a shower. She never went on a mission smelling horrible. She was like a teenager in that way ... or at least she thought.

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Rosalinda looked up from her computer as she heard Gracie's voice. So she was finally home, then. She sighed and pushed herseld away from the computer. She had had plenty of time to hide her sister's weapons, and knew that she hadn't seen any of her best hiding places yet. She listened carefully as she heard her sister go up the stairs, and then into the bathroom. As soon as she heard the shower water running, she shook her head and stood up, stretching. She hated sitting still for that long. Besides, she was anxious to get this over with. She knew Gracie could be stubborn, but surely she could listen to reason?

She sat on her bed instead, and made sure she was facing the door. Their parents hadn't bothered to take her weapons from her, so of course she would expect her sister instead. She would just have to sit and wait until she showed herself, looking for them.

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Tina stayed tuned in on the weird pair for almost the rest of the day. They were going to do something to... a drug lord? Had she heard wrong? Then she heard where the supposed lord was at and realized she must have been wrong; after all, if they were talking about some drug cartel, then they would be doing it so loudly in the hallway. Regardless, Tina planned to check it out that night a little before they did. She usually ran at that time anyway, and a little change in where she ran couldn't hurt her too much. Besides, she was really curious! It would all be worth it in the end, she was sure.

The school day seemed to drag on forever until it was finally time to go home. Tina jogged home so she could get in some martial arts work before she took that excursion later tonight. Her father was still at work, so she threw down her backpack and rushed out to the dojo to start. She still had a lot of work to do.

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Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

I'm probably going to hold off posting until you guys have gotten out of the SWAT situation. I really wouldn't have anything to do if I just escaped and you two are still battling it out in the building.

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Nasia! I thought you were gone!

I've posted! :)

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

I apologize to everyone for being gone. I had Honor Choir in Alamosa and no access to a computer.

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Well, as I said, Valentine brought down a senator, and he did get caught; he simply managed to shoot his way out (using a bunch of planted explosives) and got out of the country before he could be tracked. It was an incredibly close call.

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).

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Well, if you are going political, I would say senator would be the highest feasible for one person, and even then you would probably get caught. Maybe a member of the house would be easier, but I doubt it. If you want to get away with it, I suppose a governor is possible, but still very difficult. I would say mayors and below are the most doable for politics.

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.

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

So if anyone wants to pick a new target or something, we should ask Zero if it's good or not. I mean like, president is way up on the 'WTF' list. But I guess senetor is also a ig operation, so anything smaller than that really?

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

@Jackrules: Thanks. Just try to stick to realistic, low-profile targets from now on. Remember, Valentine almost got killed by the police after taking out one Senator, so that's about as high-profile as you can rationally get.

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Hey chari Tina and Tyler can do something together

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

I'm going to speed it up a little and make the school day end, so we can get the drug thing started.

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Well, I am realizing that this time the game is shaping up in a way to make it very hard to fit Tina into the story. Does anyone have any ideas? The best I can come up with is that Tina is on a run at night and gets taken hostage at gunpoint, but that is a little forced. Does anyone else have any ideas?

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

On the contrary I'm not trying to make him that powerful I picked a random target it's easily fixable you don't need to go into depth just a simple. You made a mistake will suffice

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Hey, Jackrules. I gotta say, I've got a problem with your posting style.

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.

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

@Zero: Yeah, just PM me with exactally what you have in mind.

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Hey, Nasia, I've got an idea. Since I've got regular access to my father's laptop for the next couple of days, do you want to introduce Valentine in a small arc where he and Gracie end up targeting the same drug dealer? I'm in the mood for some RPing.

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Lol...a million is a lot of people to kill in only a few years...you're not just blonde, Nasia, and you know it. Every day's a blonde moment for you! :P Oh, I'm sending you a pm in a minute or so...so check for that. :P

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

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

I should've done some thing just trying to be in charachter by one upping gracie lol

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Lol. I should have donr the math before I said anything! Lol. I'll change it to like 30 people, okay? Im blonde!

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Yep. Let me go find his Wikipedia page...

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...

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

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?

Re: [OOC] Art of Assassination

Wait a minute now...

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.