Who: Winter Soldier and Open! What: WS is fulfilling a contract on an NPC. Anyone wanna stop him? Where: Around NYC When: Oct. 30, evening Status: In Progress Rating: Mediumish? Will update as needed
James glanced down at his left arm and flexed it. He had had arm replacements before but never this high of quality from someone who hadn't been affiliated with Department X. He needed to make sure Natasha knew how grateful he was. But that would have to wait. Right now he had a more important task to do. Some crime family had hired him to take out the head of some other rival family. While it wasn't a hard job in the slightest and more of a bore, it was supplement income and it helped tide him over until the bigger jobs cropped up on his message boards.
He peered through the binoculars and studied the layout of the building and the guard rotations one last time before he got up from his rooftop and began getting his gear ready. Easily he assembled the Glock that would kill his target, checking the barrel to ensure it was locked in. One of the things that made him one of the greats in the hired killer world was how thorough he was in making sure no one could tie murder/crimes back to him. Guns if left behind would hold no serial numbers and the riflings on the barrel wouldn't match given James made his own barrels.
Slamming the clip in place, he slung the rifle onto his back and began carefully working his way over to the other high rise building, not making a sound as he moved with ease. He made it without issue and carefully began sliding the glass door to the terrace open when an alarm began blaring. He cursed silently and quickly made his way into the room. This was going to cost his client extra given they had assured him his target had nothing like this.
He jerked his head back quickly as a bullet whizzed by and he pulled a Glock out. Letting a slow breath out behind his mask he stepped out and began firing, each bullet taking a guard out. Once they were all dead he released the spent clip and slid a new one in place before he reached the double doors. He pushed them open and stared at the slightly obese man huddling behind several guards. James stopped and slowly placed his hands behind his head as if he were surrendering. As the guards started to relax, his hands flashed out and six knives buried themselves into six skulls. The obese man let out a small yelp of shock as his guards were suddenly dead and he fumbled for the ornate pistol on his desk.
"H-how did you make it so many floors without setting alarms off!?" the crime lord demanded, his voice pitched high with fear as James closed the distance, knocking the gun out of his hands.
"I used the roof," James returned calmly, shoving the man into the chair. He pulled the Glock back out and pointed it at the man's head. Without a word he pulled the trigger, putting one bullet in the man's head then three in his heart. Sliding the gun back into the shoulder holster, he double checked for a pulse before he turned and began heading for the window to leave the same way he came in.