Assassins Scene (Oliver)

Sanctuary City by idealists that hoped to make a place that would be free of all the corruption and scum that was growing fast in the rest of the world. Fast forward a hundred years later, and the city is run by major crime families that ruled over distinct territories with smaller organizations keeping the control. The city was a cesspool of crime and fear where you either were clever enough to rise to power or stayed rotting with the common folk. The families were always restless, wanting more and more despite how much they already had. Tension in the city was high, and there was great unrest among all the heads. Everyone was working towards their own gain through treachery and deceit: the only question was who will strike first? All this paranoia was good for business. Oliver is an assassin for hire, and he did not serve any one family. All that mattered to him was which one would pay him the most to fund his lavish lifestyle. He was currently taking care of targets in the election that undermined his boss. The reputation of his success was impressive enough to make all the attorneys drop any case they might have against him because it was practically suicide to challenge him. He has heard rumors and seen the news about high profile targets being eliminated night after night, and the man recognized game. It had his interest, but he did not see any point in piecing together the mystery because it did not affect his work or his pay. There was no reason for him to worry about this even if it did negatively impact his employer. The man was ushered into a meeting room with the head of the Lorenzo Family. Oliver ignored the boss at first and went to go admire the view of the city, knowing that he could have his fun since his services were required. A voice breaking the silence. "We have a new target for you. Quite skilled, so you'll have your fun." He made his way to the table where he opened the file, taking a look at the photos of his next victim, and his brow lifted at the sight of a woman. "This hardly seems worth my time... as a target at least." Oliver was a little old fashioned at times. The man across from him laughs and pulls out another file for him to go through, which contained photos of all the targets she has eliminated- politicians, associates, and even one of the heads of the five major families. His interest had peaked at this point, but he played his cards carefully. Oliver took a seat and placed his hand over the table, tapping his fingers slowly. "Humor me, why should I stick my neck out if she's this good?" The man across from him tried to mention it could be a challenge to prove who is the most skilled, but Oliver was more tactical than he was prideful. It was then that a briefcase filled with stacks of cash was presented to him. "You'll get the rest later" he was told. His smile grew, and he closed the briefcase, "Pleasure doing business with you" he remarks as he put on his shades and left the building with the case, indicating that they had a deal.

It took some time to follow her tracks because she hardly even left a footprint behind, but after some 'persuasive' techniques, he was able to get some information out of someone who knew about her next mission. An address would have been nicer, but beggars can't be choosers. She was tracking someone who was trying to flee the country in order to escape the target on his back. Oliver was able to get on the same plane as her. There were too many people on the aircraft to make his move here, and it would be easier to put her five feet under out of the country where he would be free of any charges because he would be long gone before authorities found out. Besides, he doubted it would be easy to get close to the woman in the little space he had on the aircraft right without her noticing. Without warning, one of the engines burst, and the pilot tried to steady the aircraft but another engine went up in flames, and the plane was headed down fast. Oliver thought quickly and took out the suppressed pistol that was easy to sneak past security. He shot the man beside him and used the body to absorb most of the impact when the plane went down. He could see it out the window: a land mass coming closer and closer into view before everything went black.

When he came to, he pushed the corpse off of him and coughed from all the smoke inside the broken aircraft. Bright rays of light shining through that made him wince, and he pushed himself out of the seat. Flames burning all around him, and he looked around, seeing no sign of life. He kicked down one of the doors and fell outside, coughing out all the foreign material in his lungs before looking around as he took in his surroundings. His skin burning from the hot sand underneath him, and he looked back to see the miles and miles of deep blue that had no end. Ahead of him was lush green vegetation with large palm trees that offered shade. He had no clue how large this island was or where his exact location was, only a general sense because of the plane's flight plan. If only he payed attention to the bloody tv on the back of the seat that showed exactly where the plane is located during the journey. Oliver pushed himself up and dusts off his suit. It wasn't the ideal outfit for his current location, but this also wasn't exactly part of the itinerary. The man was one to always keep a sharp and professional look- anything else would only convey weakness rather than dominance. While he searched his surroundings, he noticed something in the distance, right below one of the palm trees. A scoff escaped his lips when he realized what, rather who it was. "Would you look at that..." he murmurs, seeing a familiar face lying on the ground- the one he had been shown photos of. To his surprise, he watched as her chest rose and fell. She was still alive! This should be one of his easiest kills, but he did not kill her.

Hours passed by until she finally regains consciousness. The salty sea breeze the first thing she would smell. The pile of metal still burning on the shore, but the waves slowly starting to put the flames out as they crashed higher onto the beach. The sun's intensity had decreased during the day, and she was currently in the shade where he had found her with one little adjustment. The woman was restrained- her hands tied to the tree by some vines. The handsome gentleman sitting across from her with a dashing smile on his lips as she awoke, "I see you've finally decided to join the fun. Enjoy your sleep?" His voice was low and husky. Oliver was a smart man, but he overestimated the strength of those vines while underestimating her own strength. Question is, why has he not killed her?