Thursday 18th October,
1.38p.m. Kalm Town, Turk Headquarters
Vincent combed back his short, black hair as he prepared for the day
ahead; he straightened his tie and placed his jet-black glasses over his
eyes and smiled. He glanced over to his hand to see the metal claw that
replaced it and tucked it away from view, one of the god-awful things he
still kept from Hojo’s experiments. He looked at himself once more and
smiled; he was ready to start the day’s work.
He looked out of his office window to the street below, the busy street
below, everyone with their own problems, not bothering to care about the
problems of others.
They can only think about themselves. Thought Vincent.
Down on the street floor there was much confusion, people pushing others
out the way, kids playing, everyone rushing. No one noticed the gunshots,
the loud bullets rocketing through the air, killing their prey almost instantly.
The shot man fell to the floor in four quick seconds, catching everyone
in the town off guard.
“What the,” Shouted Vincent, bewildered from the last few events.
The man who fired the shots placed his gun back into his long dark
cloak before running off, leaving the dead man laying on the cold, hard
pavement.
“Shit!” Shouted Vincent as he ran from his office.
“What the hell has happened?” Asked Rude as Vincent ran past him.
“Murder.” Replied Vincent, as he continued to run. “ Some bloke just
got shot on the town floor.”
“Oh, Fuck!” Shouted Rude in reply.
“I know, just tell everyone in the building, I’ll probably need back-up.”
Shouted out Vincent, getting further away.
“You know me.” Called out Rude. “ I’ll tell everyone.”
As Vincent leapt into the elevator and pressed the ground floor button
he let out a sigh. This job took the breath out of him.
He took his gun from his holster that lay beside his right leg and
reloaded it, placing the clip into the firearm and holding in both his
hands, his safe pair of hands.
The elevator clanked to a stop and the doors slid apart; Vincent stepped
out and looked around; only person in the reception was the receptionist,
he smiled at her, before leaving.
Outside the Turks building was chaos, more so then it had been less
then two minutes ago, the dead man still lay on the floor where he had
been shot, blood covering the floor surrounding him. Vincent thought he
could hear the faint sound of children crying, but he couldn’t be certain,
you couldn’t be certain of anything in this chaos.
A woman lay beside the dead man, Vincent walked up to her.
“You know this man?” He asked.
“No, his was just in front of me when it happened,” She had started
to cry. “It gave me such a huge shock when the bullets were fired, and
then the man went running off and then,”
“Wait a minute!” Shouted Vincent, stopping the woman mid-sentence.
“ Did you see where the man went running?”
“He went running off down that alley.” She replied.
“Right,” Smiled Vincent.
“What am I gonna do about this man?” She asked, but she got no reply,
as the dark man who was standing next to her only seconds ago had gone,
gone into the darkness of the alleyway.
Vincent ran, faster than he had done for ages, if he was in any luck
he hadn’t got too far ahead of Vincent.
The alleyway that Vincent ran through was damp and dingy, Kalm was
getting more and more like this; it was expanding, but not necessarily
in the right directions. Luckily Vincent didn’t have to stay in the alley
for long, his speed ever increasing. At the end of the alley was a sort
of ladder, Vincent looked up to see his fugitive; an old looking man, probably
off the streets, his rough beard and clothes gave him away.
Vincent withdrew his gun from the holster, spun it around in his hand
and aimed it at the old man.
“ Give up old man!” Hollowed Vincent, closing one eye to get the man
in his sights.
The old man gave no reply, only continuing to run up the vertical ladder,
Vincent smiled; the ladder lead to the roof, there would be no escape for
the old man.
Vincent climbed up the rusty ladder using a lone hand, the other holding
his handgun. After a few flights of the ladder Vincent reached the top
of the building, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked up; the
old man stood on the roof only twenty feet away.
“ Looks like you’ve hit a dead end!” Said Vincent with a smile.
“ Good job I still have this then!” Replied the old man as he withdrew
the pistol from his coat pocket and pointed at Vincent.
“ Touché.” Smiled Vincent, slightly impressed.
“ Put down the gun, or I’ll shoot.”
“ Don’t make me angry old man!” Vincent shouted. “ I’ve got a feeling
you wouldn’t like me angry.”
“ And I’ve got a feeling you wouldn’t want a bullet in your brain.
Now shut up and put your gun down!” yelled the old man.
“ No chance. It’s over, I’ve got back-up coming in a minute or two,
you’re going down old man.” Smirked Vincent.
“ Don’t try to distract me, I’m gonna shoot.” Replied the old man,
slightly unnerved.
“ Go on,” Laughed Vincent. “ Shoot me.”
Vincent looked to the man’s trigger finger; the very half-second it
moved to fire, Vincent replied with his own shot to the man’s chest; the
man never got a chance to fire.
Vincent walked over to the man’s body; blood covered his entire torso,
he never stood a chance against Vincent.
The sound of footsteps clanged against the rusted ladder and Vincent
turned around to see the group of three Turks behind him.
“ Are we too late?” Asked Reno.
“ Just a bit.” Joked Vincent.
“ Oh good.” Smiled Reno. “ I thought we might have to get into another
one of those life or death situations.”
“ I settled it, no action for you today Reno.”
“ Thank God.” Sighed Reno.
Vincent walked off to the end of the roof and looked towards Elena.
“ Good job, Vincent.” Elena said softly “ Without your fast reactions
the situation could have got a lot worse.”
“ Thanks.” He replied, as he went over to the ladder. “ Your acknowledgement
is much appreciated.”
“ Any time.” She finished.
“ Damn.” Huffed Vincent as he walked down the ladder. “ I think I’m
getting too old for this.”