Playing PossumAlthough he had been lying in wait for several hours already, Geo still let that little sadistic smile play across his face every time he thought about The Plan. It certinately deserved its capitals. Weeks of preperation had gone into the setup for this kill, preceeded by months of planning, studying, learning.."The chase is sweet.." He thought to himself, fingering the pistol locked in a double handed grip "But what comes after is better" He glanced at his watch, 12:00 midnight. Go time.He listened carefully for the shuffling steps of his hit's elite bodyguard as they patrolled the walls. A shrill whistle that pierced the still, warm night air signalled the cahanging of the guard. His cue. In seconds he was over the wall, the carcasses of two men in his wake. It didn't bother him. He wasn't cruel, they were just in his way.In this manner it took him only minutes to get to the errant Don's bedroom. Geo allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. The hard part was over.. He raises his gun, poiting it at the lump in the bedclothes and two shots ring out in the confined space.But no blood pools in the bedclothes, no dying gasp escapes the victim. Geo falls to the floor, staining the carpet around him scarlett.Geo's Cappo, Assassin, sits up from teh bedclothes, holding a smoking pistol. An evil look spreads across Assassin's face, one of mirth.A man walks in, the Rouge Don. He applauds slowly."Well done.. Well done.. You will be richly rewarded for turning your back on that Sidious Scum. You will become.."He breaks of the sentence with a muffled gasp, finding geo, bloodsoaked and battered, standing oposite from him, legs spread wide in a firing stance. The don doesn't even pull his own piece, so paralysed with fear is he."You've been a bad man. You will Pay"With these words Geo fired, that single bullet the culmination of so much work, Assassin fooling the Don into thinking he had defected, the reaserch and man hours it had taken to find the Don's only fear The Living Dead. The bullet didn't know of the work however, and did what bullets do. Spreading its targets brains all over the wall."C'mon Assassin, Lets get out'a here.."The chase is good.. but what comes after is better

Oh dear... Let me sort this out...

Playing Possum

Although he had been lying in wait for several hours already, Geo still let that little sadistic smile play across his face every time he thought about The Plan. It certinately deserved its capitals. Weeks of preperation had gone into the setup for this kill, preceeded by months of planning, studying, learning..

"The chase is sweet.." He thought to himself, fingering the pistol locked in a double handed grip "But what comes after is better" He glanced at his watch, 12:00 midnight. Go time.

He listened carefully for the shuffling steps of his hit's elite bodyguard as they patrolled the walls. A shrill whistle that pierced the still, warm night air signalled the cahanging of the guard. His cue. In seconds he was over the wall, the carcasses of two men in his wake. It didn't bother him. He wasn't cruel, they were just in his way.

In this manner it took him only minutes to get to the errant Don's bedroom. Geo allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. The hard part was over.. 

He raises his gun, poiting it at the lump in the bedclothes and two shots ring out in the confined space.

But no blood pools in the bedclothes, no dying gasp escapes the victim. Geo falls to the floor, staining the carpet around him scarlett.

Geo's Cappo, Assassin, sits up from teh bedclothes, holding a smoking pistol. An evil look spreads across Assassin's face, one of mirth.

A man walks in, the Rouge Don. He applauds slowly.

"Well done.. Well done.. You will be richly rewarded for turning your back on that Sidious Scum. You will become.."

He breaks of the sentence with a muffled gasp, finding geo, bloodsoaked and battered, standing oposite from him, legs spread wide in a firing stance. The don doesn't even pull his own piece, so paralysed with fear is he.

"You've been a bad man. You will Pay"

With these words Geo fired, that single bullet the culmination of so much work, Assassin fooling the Don into thinking he had defected, the reaserch and man hours it had taken to find the Don's only fear The Living Dead. The bullet didn't know of the work however, and did what bullets do. Spreading its targets brains all over the wall.

"C'mon Assassin, Lets get out'a here.."

The chase is good.. but what comes after is better