The sniper took his hit eleven on the dot but it was not from a building outside, the gun aimed at a car several meters below. Instead he was right in front of him in his own office.
Samuel had to commend the man for getting this far without detection, just goes to show that the man was a professional with great expertise in his department and that you could not leave much of anything to law enforcement.
The man, his intended assassin, was a human of average height, roughly around the age of Thirty nine, brown hair, dyed that way and brown eyes that were most definitely contacts. A carefully created face that you could easily forget. That was what probably helped him go unnoticed.
So here Samuel was, sitting in his office like he had not a care in the world with a man pointing a loaded gun at him. No doubt the loaded with silver.
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The situation looked grim on Samuel’s part but if this man thought he could just walk in here and kill him he had another thing coming.
“Welcome, Mr. Elias, I presume you’re here to do the work you were paid to?”
That caught Alexis off guard for a second before he steeled his expression back to the emotionless mask he had worn into the room.
In those few seconds, Samuel had seen into his head. The gears turning. Had Gregory spilled? If so, how much information did the FBI have on him?
“I assure you your client Gregory didn’t so much as say a word concerning you. The police got to know by other means and quite frankly I knew about your little deal and your time of arrival before the cuffs were on him.”
If that caught Alexis off guard he did not show it. He kept his eyes dead set on Samuel and his chest right where his heart was.
He knew Samuel could move faster than he could. He could kill him or knock him out cold in less than a blink.
“You are a very punctual man I must say. A good trait that has worked greatly for you, coming in on time and leaving before anyone ever knew the victim was dead but still a trait ultimately gone to waste.” Samuel said, still looking at him without a care in the world.
“For a dog who knows he’s about to be put down you look like you could not be the least bit bothered.”
Samuel really could not be bothered, afterall he had already taken the gun out of his hand and replaced it with a toy version, the real one was in his drawer right now. Resting the plain white handkerchief he had brought with him today.
He could not wait to see his expression when instead of a bullet all that would come out of the gun was nothing but air.
“I’ve snuffed out a lot of canines in my day, I want you to have the pleasure of knowing that snuffing you out will be the crowning jewel.”
Samuel’s expression changed, it became serious, seemingly now aware of what was at stake.
There was this moment of utter stillness for a few short seconds but what felt like minutes before Alexius pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
The steel mask on his face fell as he pulled the trigger over and over again but nothing happened. He tried getting to the bullets inside but discovered that the compartment was sealed shut.
That was impossible. He had loaded it himself. Puzzled, he frantically inspected the weapon. His eyes bulged and widened. This was not his gun.
‘What the hell is going on here?’ Alexius thought looking from the empty gun in his hands to his target and the door.
“I can see you are wondering what’s going on here. I’ll enlighten you.” Samuel offered. His voice was devastatingly calm, almost like he was explaining something to a child.
“I knew who you were before you got in here, you just had to make yourself more obvious with the smell of silver and fine gunpowder. You see while you were looking at me I moved in the split second your eyes were closed and swapped your gun for a toy.”
Alexius knew he was in deep shit. He needed to leave. Now!
“The real one is in this table drawer. Not that I need it to handle you.”
Samuel allowed a dark smile to grow on his lips. The kind that promised Alexius a hell lot of pain before anyone came to save him.
Alexius made a break for the door and collided with a solid wall of muscle instead. He stumbled before looking at what he collided with.
There stood Samuel with the same dark look on his face, locking the door.
Alexius’ eyes went wide. The door was fingerprint recognition. How could he have missed that?
Samuel casually took off his suit jacket and threw it to one of the sofas before cracking his knuckles, eyes on the prize or more accurately the stupid pile of human flesh that was about to become a mercilessly pounded stupid pile of human flesh.
They both knew Samuel could not kill him but he could do all the damage he wanted. That was allowed and then some.
Alexius tried to get away but Samuel was much faster. He caught him and threw on the floor so hard that Alexius saw stars.
Rolling up his sleeves to the elbow, Samuel looked at the man on the ground before walking to where he fell, picking him up by his collar and bringing him closer so they were eyeball to eyeball.
“Now, how about I teach you a little respect human.” The first punch that landed on Alexis’ face nearly knocked him out. Keyword, nearly. Samuel made sure it would not.
It would be more than an hour before anyone came to save Alexius. By then he was less than a sorry mess.
There was not any trace of blood anywhere, Samuel did not want to get scum’s blood all over his office. He settled for broken bones and internal injuries instead.
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