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Constance De Luca
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So this was her next job. She ran her eyes over the establishment in front of her. This job was of most importance. Or at leas that’s what they told her. It needed to be dealt with A.S.A.P. Why? Constance had no idea. Not only that, but she had didn’t know anything about this guy but where he lived and a meek description of him.
She placed a nice white leather briefcase down on the ground beside her feet. Digging deep into the pocket of her jeans, she pulled out a small knife and pinned her hair up with it. ‘Perfect.’ she thought to herself, while snapping closed the compact she had also managed to dig out. She carefully removed her leather gloves by using her teethe, and tucked them neatly into the pocket of her jean jacket.
With one hand she picker up her briefcase, with the other she opened the door to the apartment building. With every step she went up, a slight clicking noise echoed through the staircase. 4 inch, shiny, white stiletto heels. She was serious about this one. They doubled her pay. 10 grand for this head.
This guy was a special one. Constance was told not to just barge in and shoot him in the head, like she so preferably likes to do. She was to shake him up. Give him a small message. It was pathetic. She popped the gum in her mouth then slipped it into her hand. She spread it across the peephole on the door. It was a cheap trick, but it worked. Putting on her best little girl voice she opened her painted red lips and began to talk, “Hello? I’m trying to find an apartment but the lights are out and I can’t see anything. Could you help me?” You wouldn’t believe the type of scum bags that fell for that trick.
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Ethan Foster
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« Reply #1 on Jun 30, 2007, 3:02am » | |
Ethan had been out on the belcony of his apartment. The night air seemly quiet up where he was, the only sounds were carried by the cool breeze that ruffled his dark hair and whispered the secrets of the city in his ear. He took a drink of his beer, Jack was working late tonight, so it was just him there. He really needed to find her another job, he could have her work at the tavern, be a waitress.
Jack wouldnt take it and he knew it. She hated charity, specially from her brother. There was no way in hell she was going to even consider that, not even if something bad happened to her. She was a fighter and shed work through her fears. Shed had several years to build this up in her, but there it was> He really wasnt sure if that was good or bad. She really was far too stubborn.
He sighed rubbingthe bridge of his nose with his fingers. He was getting a headache. USually when he got a headache it meant something bad was going to happen. hed always had this and it never failed, though recently hed been trying to ignore it. Theyd been okay for so long, why was it happening again. He moved from his belcony tot he bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinate he located the asprin. Popping some in his mouth be bent down, turning on the water and got some water to take the pills with.
Straightening back up he closed the door, his reflection looking back at him in the mirror. He tugged at his hair and shook his head. The bags under his eyes were getting worse. Jack chided him for not sleeping, but he knew she rarely got sleep herself. He doubted they would ever be able to sleep a full nights rest, not after what theyd had to deal with growing up. He turned and was heading towars the couch to lay down when he heard a knock on the door.
His eyes narrowed some and he moved towards the door, stopping when he heard what she was saying. Well that didnt make sense, this was all connected, if the lights were out there, theyd be out in here. But they werent. Something hed heard the other night at the tavern clicked in his brain. Either Ethan was starting to get careless or they were just getting better. Didnt matter he didnt like the sound of this.
Ethan had been in the business too long, recognized the feelings. Well we'll just see. He turned walkin gover towars the couch and the stand that was there, it wasnt a particularly sturdy one, he used his foot to knock it over, it made just enough noise. With that he turned the lights out and then went to his sisters room leaving the door open so he could move freely wihtout making noise. If it was someone out there then they would come in after that. The worst thing about being a hit man was being hunted by another. Unless you were a bad one, on either side, it definatly wouldnt be easy to catch one.
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« Reply #2 on Jun 30, 2007, 3:34am » | |
Nothing. Not a word. Just a nice thump noise. That was good enough to raise her suspicions. But she was here, and could definitely use the money that came from this hit. She put in the combination the her briefcase and flipped it open. There sat her baby. Nice and snug in the velvet lined case. Nothing special. But reliable. A revolver. She took it out of the case and slightly knocked the briefcase aside with her foot.
Doubting she’d need them, but grabbing them anyway, she grabbed a few more bullets and slipped them into the pocket that held her gloves. She cautiously reached out for the door knob and turned it. The door opened with little effort. Her body tensed. Something just wasn’t right…something didn’t feel right. Who the hell was she going in after anyways?
Slowly she crept inside. Keeping her breathing quiet and slow. She didn’t like this. For a good 5 or 10 minutes she stood still, waiting for some sign of life in this apartment. And then life decided to cut her a break. She found a light switch and flipped it on. Ah, so someone was toying with her. Well she’d just have to set them straight.
Constance straightened out her arm and randomly fired three shots at the wall. It never hurt to try to draw someone out of their little hiding place. “Come out come out where ever you are…” she whispered slightly. Her voice was surprisingly soft, and just slightly had an Italian accent.
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« Reply #3 on Jun 30, 2007, 4:04am » | |
Ethan waited his gun drawn as he waited for what seemed like for ever. He wondered if whoever it had been out there, was going to come in or not. He would give it 10 more minutes then hed come out. He waited, though he didnt need to wait much longer, when he heard the familiar click of the door, though it was faint as it would be for anyone trying to sneak in.
He had expected them to go thorugh the dark, but instead he saw the glow of the light as it had been turned on, then he heard a voice. A feminine voice, must have been the same as outside, so it really was a woman. Ethan had nothign agaisnt woman hitmen, absolutely nothing. HE respected them and what they did. HOnestly the women were more viscious then the men. He would hate to be killed by a woman.
He rolled his eyes, if she really expected him to come out after that, she had got to be kidding. then he heard the shots in the wall. She had to be an amature. She just gave herself away, not to him of course, shed done that awhile ago when shed flipped on the lights and told him to come out. No, shed jsut given herself away to the rest of the tenements in the building. She obviously was not a quiet one, he didnt know what they were teaching them now adays, but apparently the part about not bing caught wasnt even in the class outline.
He wasnt going to come out, instead he planned on waiting there. He couldnt see her yet, she was just inside the room, she hadnt gone in. She could search all she wanted, if she planned on it, and from the sounds of it, she could very well be the type to do that.
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« Reply #4 on Jun 30, 2007, 2:58pm » | |
Sure, Constance wasn’t so quiet when it came to these things, but she was really effective. She was a hit man. Not a spy. Her job isn’t to be quiet, it’s to kill. She had every bit of confidence she could take this guy out no problem. Whether he knew where she was or not. He was just another regular hit, right? It was beyond her that this guy was a hit man himself. Perhaps she would have been more careful if she knew such a thing.
Okay, she’d had enough of these. “Let’s get down to business, shall we?” she began to talk to what seemed like no one. “I know that you can probably hear me, even if I can’t see you. The mafia has placed a hit on your head. I don’t know what you did, but you pissed them off pretty good. It would save us both a lot of time and trouble if you could just come on out here and talk.” as she spoke she began to poke around the apartment.
‘Nice place.’ She thought, while moving around the apartment. She looked for any types of clue’s as to what this guy might be. What he might of done. Maybe they just didn’t need him anymore. Who knew? Constance didn’t really care. As long as she got her 10 grand, she was happy. She stopped for a minute, listening intently to any breathing, or foot movements. Nothing.
Small little things started to click inside her brain now. ‘Shit…’ this was one of her worse fears. Going up against another hit man, one that might be a lot better then her. She found herself standing outside of Jack’s room. She placed an ear to the door ever so lightly, to listen before she went in. Her hand reached for the door knob and turned it slowly before pushing the door open a little.
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« Reply #5 on Jul 1, 2007, 11:40pm » | |
His brows rose at her words. Mafia had the hit out on him? HIs mind went over all the possible reasons. Well honestly how could anyone not have a hit out on him, He had killed so many gotten rid of so many, but... hed done it so quietly. He always kept his identity hidden and his jobs a secret, so unless someone ratted him out, then there was no way anyone could have known.
So conclusion, it was a rat. Someone who had hired him, then decided hed get better profit by turning in the person who did it. No doubt with a completely false story. Just the same he racked his brain for who it could have been, but then stopped himself. Now was no tthe time to worry about that. Right now he had something else to worry about... or more like someone else.
He tuned his ears to her footsteps. Nice Place" He rolled his eyes. Did she have to drag this out. His apartment barely had any kind of personality to it. I tlooked like an apartment trying to be rented out. It had a tv, a couple of chairs, couch. Well it pretty much had the basics in it. There was a stereo with CDs and a rack of DVD's. There was a few pictures on the walls, tasteful pictures, but nothing that could have said anything about the people that lived there.
On the other hand if you were to walk into his bedroom he had the biggest bed, with pillows gallore. Comfortable pillows and a black comforter. Ethan was not particular about anything really, except his bed. He had gotten the most comfortable things for his bed, because it was like his place, his thing. Grantetd he wasnt in it very much, but that didnt change anything.
Ethan heard her near the door, he heard the small noice of the knob being turned and te door being popped open a bit. He licked his lips, taking a step back as he grabbed the door knob hard, yanking it open to surprise her, as he grabbed for her gunned hand and spinning it behind her back, her back flush against his chest. His lips lowered to her ear, his voice low and husky sounding. "Drop your gun."He ordered a slight growl to his voice.
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« Reply #6 on Jul 2, 2007, 12:04am » | |
This was the first time she’d really gotten caught like this. Sure, she’d been held at gun point before, and all that other crap. But she’d never quite been touched. Shot, stabbed, but never touched. Might as well toy with the guy. She pressed herself against him harder. “Mmm…” she seemed to moan. “Try to be gentle with me, alright?” she said, with a small giggle afterwards.
Now, she had no idea what exactly this guy did, but it must have been bad. The mafia didn’t usually send hit men after each other. They needed all the help they could get, really. And this really wasn’t right. The least they could of done was told her what he was. She would have been quieter. Pulled out more tricks. Done something to not end up in this situation.
Well it happened pretty damn fast. The whole grabbing her arm and twisting it thing. But he’d have to do better then that. Constance stood still for a moment, contemplating things she could do. Then it came to her. The girl had 3 inch stilettos on. She jerked her foot up, hoping she’d get him in the right spot, just between his legs.
“Don’t take any of this personal. It’s just business.” Constance stated bluntly after the kick.
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