Fulmineo's life all changed with a simple note...
His lfe went from a low life punk with a gun to a recognised hitter whose rifle meant certain death for anyone on the wrong side of it...

December 9th 1929, winter, the cold wind brushed over Fulmineo like a comb. Fulmineo shoved his hands as far as they would go in his pockets. He walked down the empty street, only an echo of life remained. Old town a relic of time and neglect. Fulmineo looked at the note,"72 51st street..." Fulmineo coughed, "This is it? What a shit hole..." Fulmineo said under his breath looking at the note checking it was the right address. The cold had left him in a bitter mood, Fulmineo crouched down and peered through a crack in the door of the tall apartment building that loomed over Old Town like a bad smell. He saw only two men, two guards inside, guarding what looked to be a hidden room. Hiding in plain sight to the untrained eye; but Fulmineo knew better though.

 Fulmineo then gave a flurry of coughs and splutters before kicking the door down letting a huge gust of wind pour in like a raging pack of wolves... Big mistake. As soon as Fulmineo took a step inside, what seemed like a thousand eyes were upon him. It made Fulmineo uneasy, being outnumbered was often th case for Fulmineo; but this? He wasn't just outnumbered, he was trapped, dead with one fuck up to be lost in time and history as a nobody. There was no escape plan... no rabbits were to be pulled out of Fulmineo's ass. He was stranded in a sea of killers. Fulmineo was edgy; every movement made him jump, Fulmineo took a big sigh of relief when the lights slowly flicked on.

 A man came out of the hidden room Fulmineo had spotted earlier. The man clapped and said with a tone , "What you've done is quite... remarkable, not honorable but remarkable nonetheless. Seldom we see men like you enter our halls.",Fulmineo dropped to one knee to show respect, but the man shook his head and gestured for him to get up,"Rise there is no need to show respect now..."Fulmineo stared at the man with a look of confusion.
"There's a board with three pictures pinned up. You are to complete each of these high profile hits to join our graces in this thing of ours,"Fulmineo nodded and walked to the board, he looked over it up and down and picked the elderly man, "An ex senator? Alright i can go with that."Fulmineo smiled and put the picture in the breast pocket of his jacket. He walked back outside thinking the plan over and over, a man then came outside he said he was here to help and his name was... Prophet

 

(An Old Man's Ramblings Work.:D)

I like combs! Of wind and stuff.

Slicks back his hair with a comb, a plain one, not made of wind.

Quite the riveting tale, chap.

Thank you. Prophet helped me out with this one. Its open ended so when its appropriate your welcome to jump in

Chaotic had been on his way to some newly opened diner to pick up some breakfast. He'd been sick for the last week due to the snow,and having to drive in it made Chaotics blood boil. He was so used to driving at top speed,but to prevent a wreck,he had to take precautions. On his way he noticed two familiar faces outside of some kind of rundown warehouse. It was Ful and Prophet! He made a quick stop to acknowledge two of the men whom had helped him bust out of the joint awhile back.

Once out of the vehicle,he had had all eyes on him. A smile spread across his face as he approached the men with a handshake and "Hey,how have you guys been? I wasn't aware you were back from Spain yet,since our little... breakout thing.."

" Yea we made it out of there. Almost without a hitch. But thats a story for another time. Right now im trying to get certified as a assassin. Im headed to my first job as part of the application process. This guy here is my 'handler' for the duration of the process." Fulmineo says. 

" Oh thats wonderful. I think one of these days I'll do the same" Chaotic responds.

" You definitely should. You won't believe how much you can charge and how much people are willing to pay once your certified. The only drawback is  that they give you your assignments. Although that might be a good thing. So want to help us plan this hit or what?"

Chaotic lights a cigarette and pauses as he thinks about his breakfast.

"Yeah,sure,fuck it." He finally replies,taking a long drag from his cigarette. "So,have you got a car or do we need to use mine?"

"We can go in yours." Ful replies.

"Cool." Chaotic says as he walks to the drivers side and takes a seat. Once all three were in the vehicle, Chaotic asks "So,what's the plan? Where are we headed?"

" The ex senator lives in an apartment building on the Upper Eastside. He has no guards. Though he knows he's a wanted man so he wont let just  anyone in." Fulmineo says to chaotic.

" So me and Ful were thinking that we are representatives of a public officials he's had dealings with. Whether or not he buzzes us in is a non factor. My Brother's friend works there. He'll open the door. When the door is open we'll go up to room 129. Ful will knock on the door. His angelic face will fool the senator into believing he's safe. When the door is opened Ful will enter the apartment and kill him with his hands. Its a requirement that you must be able to fight/kill unarmed. This is the easiest of a series of assignments. You will stand guard and I'll be in the room to verify the kill. Got it?"

" Yep. Are we leaving now?" chaotic asks.

" Of course..you know how I hate to wait. Besides our intel says that this is the perfect time. No one else on his floor is home" Fulmineo responds.

" Fine lets hit it"

The car sped off towards the east side of Old town, some remnants of life still remain. The East sector is used for security protections so they can monitor any newcomers to the streets and keep an eye on them, Prophet knew this but Fulmineo and Chaotic didn't. In fact Chaotic was driving the car so fast that he concentrated to much on the road in front of him and not on the area behind him, and Fulmineo was busy trying to tell Chaotic of his plans to take out each target so they both missed the stranger following them fifty paces back in a large family van, Prophet knew there were no families in Old Town just thugs and dead beats hiding from society. Prophet gave a sly smirk, "Not so easy now is it Ful?" Prophet thought. Prophet laughed and Fulmineo shot him a curious look,"What's so funny Prophet?" Prophet stopped laughing and said, "Nothing, just something you said tis' all..." Fulmineo then stared at Prophet trying to judge whether it was important or not, but was interrupted as Chaotic slammed the brakes to the floor.

 The car came to a stop after a string of quick turns and slides, it made quite a racket and Prophet now started to get uneasy whether it was smart taking another "outsider" to help. Prophet then gave a cold stare at Chaotic who looked as if he had just had the time of his life, and said,"Not exactly subtle are we?" Chaotic then laughed. Prophet then eyed a man in the second story of the building behind them, "Gee snipers this far out from the house?" Prophet thought. Fulmineo gestured to the two to get out of the car. Prophet stepped out and was surprised at how the weather had changed so much compared to back at the HQ, the wind now was stronger, colder and more violent. Every breath was like breathing in needles, Prophet asked after adjusting to the new climate the reason of the groups sudden stop, and Fulmineo just answered,"....

" The snipers would've taken  out the car before we even got close. Besides, As I'm sure you've noticed, we have company." Fulmineo nods towards the family van full with goons. The way I look at it we have two things stopping us right now.  These snipers and the geniuses in that van. Question is which one do we deal with first?

Chaotic speaks up " why don't I  sneak into that snipers nest and take him out quietly while you guys deal with the van?"

" your a lazy son of a gun aren't you? you leave all the hard work for us?"

" Technically only for you as Prophet is here as an observer only right?"

Chaotic laughs and walks off before Fulmineo could answer that comment.

" Well I wonder how Im gonna take care of these guys with only a hand gun?" Fulmineo wonders aloud.

Prophet justs stares at him. No response.

" Well Guess I'm gonna have to demonstrate my aim a little earlier than planned. Fulmineo pulled out his Sig Sauer.  As he sighted his target they all tried to exit the vehicle. Too late. Fulmineo had already put a couple holes in the engine block. That car was dead. Although Fulmineo was hoping that he had hit the gas tank in the car. It would've been easier. As they ran out the car Fulmineo let off three shots back to back. 

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each bullet found their way to their own target. The thugs all went down quickly. Two more left.

" Only 5? I'm kinda offended" Fulmineo cracked

He sighted his next target.

Prophet compares Fulmineo's technique compared to others in the association, "Not the most subtle killer, but we can work with the 20/20 vision..." Prophet thought. Prophet shoves his hands in his pockets digging around for his watch, after checking all but his inside breast pocket Prophet moves his hand to the inside of his jacket, Prophet gave a smirk as Fulmineo looked a little uneasy. Prophet then put his hand right through his pocket, "Damn it a hole" Prophet than looked around for his watch in the car, Fulmineo relaxed, before quick shotting a man falling out the window. Chaotic had decided it would be more fun to throw the men out of the window and watch them hit the ground with a thud like a rock. Fulmineo put the gun back into his pocket and stepped into the car, Prophet still franticly searching for his watch. Prophet found the watch tucked away underneath the seat, Prophet relaxed and then sat back in the car, Fulmineo gave a puzzled look, "That watch important to ya?" he said. Prophet shook his head, "Not the watch only time, now we'd best get a move on I doubt the ex-senator will stay in any place to long..." Fulmineo nodded. Chaotic had taken his time coming to the car, he wanted to rifle through the dead man's belongings. Chaotic then got back into the driver's seat with a wallet and said, "You have any reason why the senator would hire the Mexican Gondalla Cartel?" Prophet gave a puzzled look and asked, "Are you sure it's the Gondalla Cartel?" Chaotic nodded, "Then the ex-senator might already be dead..." Prophet told Chaotic to step on it and Fulmineo asked, "If the senators dead, can I still get accepted into the  guild?" Prophet shook his head and said, "If the senators dead, you will have only carried out 2 out of the 3 you were given." Fulmineo then turned a little pale, "I've worked a long time to get this letter, and it's going to be taken away by a couple of piss head Mexicans?" Prophet nodded,"Life's unfair." Prophet said before the car jumped into the air, Chaotic laughed like a mad man speeding down the road. Fulmineo then turned and said to Chaotic "we're nearly there, just follow the plan" in a cold tone.

" Hey prophet is there no way for me to get a third target if the senators dead?"

" Rarely. If your a good enough applicant you get the option of killing the one who killed your target. But in this case if you do that...well you have a beef with the Gondalla Cartel."

Fulmineo merely smiled. " Ever heard of the Medellin Cartel? Well I did a job for them a few years back. Their boss was very grateful. The Mexicans wont be a problem. Trust me."

Chaotic.....Step on it. Before we get there and the Senator is dead.

Chaotic started to slow and Fulmineo tapped him on the shoulder and said,"Hey, why are we stopping time is a wasting..." Chaotic put his finger over his lips motioning for Fulmineo to look at the bright lights up ahead. Fulmineo looked and was in awe, the amount of blue and red flashing was unimaginable. An army of police men,"Prophet looks like we were to late..." Fulmineo said his face turning pale. Prophet then leaned forward and told Chaotic to pull the car in an alley way back behind the car.

Chaotic did so, and the three got out of the car. Prophet than said,"You think that the Mexicans were actually successful? You've spent too little time in old town, the Gondalla Cartel may own the drug trade and have Mexico in a choke hold but they're sloppy and fight through attrition." Prophet started to walk towards the flashing lights, Chaotic and Fulmineo reluctantly follow. "They don't have any skill, they have numbers, for every 1 man they kill they can lose 100. The ex senators a sly old dog, he wouldn't be bested by a bunch of pissheads." Prophet continued down the street, until the lights were shining stronger than before. "So I still have a chance?" Fulmineo asked with a spark of hope, Prophet nodded and said,"Slim but there is a small chance. Now come on go round the back I'll let you guys in." Fulmineo and Chaotic nodded and Prophet walked up to a short constable.

The constable was short and fat, his fingers were stubby and looked like they were swollen. The constable had a large round face and a big walrus mustache that went from the left side to his face and covered his mouth until the other side of his face, Prophet was trying hard to hold back laughing at the comical constable and said,"Officer he was my uncle, what happened here?" the constable looked up straightened his belt and said,"A rather close call, some Mexicans came and roughed up the place but we have it under control now. You can see him if you wish." Prophet thanked the constable and the constable escorted Prophet into the house saying he had 10 minutes before the police were relocating the senator. Prophet after hearing the door slam shut, started to sneak around looking for any signs of the senator. Prophet after thoroughly searching concluded that the senator was on the top floor.

Prophet moved like a cat in the dark towards the back door, Prophet turned the handle and opened the door slowly to try and muffle the creaking sound it made. Fulmineo stepped in and said,"... 

Where's the senator? we need to find him quick he is probably going to be moved in a quick minute. So we need to get out of here quickly. Allright chaotic you stay out here and keep six (watch our backs), Prophet and I will head upstairs since prophet must observe the kill. When we get there, there will probably be a couple cops acting as guards. Only a couple because they believe no one could possibly get in. I have a silencer on my pisyol. so the senator goes down quitely. Everyone agrree?

" Yea" chaotic says " why not?"

 Prophet and Fulmineo make their way up the stairs quickly. As they reach the door the senators holed up in Fulmineo screws on his silencer and opens the door and takes out both guards. The Senators in the bathroom. With the door slightly open, Fulmineo can see the bathroom mirror is fogged up.

" looks like he wanted a final shower." Fulmineo whispers. Fulmineo edges towards the door.

Prophet leaned on the door frame waiting for Fulmineo to finish the job when Prophet hears a crash in the bathroom that Fulmineo had slowly entered. Fulmineo left the bathroom with blood splatter on his face from the bullet, Prophet asked if the senator was still alive. Fulmineo replied,"That fucking bastard left a armed decoy and buggered off to Mexico, he's working with the Gondalla Cartel!" Prophet stood there with a look of confusion. "Alright looks like this is out of your hands for now... I'll handle this you go back to the HQ and say you've finished the job..." Prophet said walking out of the room. Fulmineo grabbed Prophet by the arm before he left and said,"No this is my hit, I'm going to Mexico too!"

"I've already given you a free hit, you actually want to pass that up?" Prophet asked. Fulmineo nodded and asked Chaotic,"You up Chaotic?". Chaotic just said,"... 

Legend was finishing up his Bratwurst at a nearby Italian Bar and Grill. Minutes earlier, he had thought he heard  unusual commotion outside the restaurant. However, a glance up and down the street proved no real need for paranoia. He clutched a note in his hand, intent on following its directions. The words within served more of a "heads up" type of message to Legend. He had heard through the grapevine that one of his brothers and good buddy Prophet was going to be undertaking some necessary obligations. The address was included. Good thing the food was good; it was the closest he could be to being able to be at bullets length to any threats to his brother in arms and the others that he would be alongside. Another glance back revealed a little something peculiar to his eye. A van parked discreetly right on the intersection of where the restaurant met the busy traffic of the working man was occupied to what he counted five men. Were they waiting? Hard to tell. They played their part well just by appearing as out-of-towners alone. "Who could be out to do a job on me", Legend thought to himself while at the sametime was thinking of the quickest way to the back alley. He calmly approaches the counter to pay his tab. After doing so, his cockiness immediately took hold of his groin and he decided to strut out of the establishment with no intent of appearing as if anything were wrong. The men paid him no attention. He paced forward but with his eyes constantly looking out of their corners.

Suddenly he noticed that one of the men spoke for the first time. It was the passenger. Almost instantly, the heads of the three in the back seat poked up in sync with one another. They were focused on something out of Legend's sight. The heads of the five men were like watching five kittens studying a moving toy train. Whatever it was they were gawking at; was moving. Legend waited for the gaze to be in his direction to better understand the situation. He knew those people looked shady; hitters. Every one of them. Nobody he knew. Legend's eyes grew very round when he noticed what their eyes were following. The four door occupied three men. The sight of the man in the passenger seat made his heart thump ever harder. They passed by with obvious focus on the plan ready to take shape. Legend quickly turned his gaze back to the van which by now had already been started to roll in slow pursuit of Prophet and his partners. The thought of what to do did not come to Legend right then, so he began to haul ass as fast as he could to his car that just HAD to be on the next block. "Fuckin traffic, I swear to God". Almost out of breath when he reached his car, he fumbled around for his keys. Hands so shaky, nerves itching...."Fuck it!" [CRAASSSSSHH] The shards of glass flew everywhere in his car. legend reached his hand inside and unlocked the door. His car was rolling before the AC kicked on. He had already heard gunshots minutes earlier. The sirens not long after following. This was not good, not good at all. "Dammit, Prophet. Please be ok," he hoped to himself. He drove and drove and still did not see either of the vehicles.

He tries his best to pull the crumbled piece of paper out of his jacket pocket...

Upon arriving, he noticed the van on the side of the street. The front right tire sitting on the curb with the two back doors agape. His heart felt a little more weightless at the sight of all the men inside about to be wrapped in the black sleeping bag of eternity. The cops were everywhere. He casually drove by like any other person would have had to. Surprisingly enough, there were more policeman at an apartment building than at the van full of dead men. "Hmmm" He parked his car in a spot where he could view all of the happenings. As if the day's emotions could not get any more hectic. Chaotic's car was driving in the center of the hornet's nest. They all get out and Prophet is exchanging words with a plump looking donut machine. The cop let him go inside."Accessory to murder much, Mr. Constable?" The humurous thought enlightened Legend. There was another officer tending to the incident with the five "tourists" who had just gotten the hot lead facelift. He was asking a woman questions when she quickly marched off of her porch and pointed at the very vehicle that Prophet and the rest of the bunch had pulled up in. Without thinking for a second, Legend quickly drove around the backside of the block circling the building where his comrade was. He parked at the face of an alley that the building dumped into. The police, now in numbers stood at the entry way with guns drawn, waiting for the men to come back out.They proceeded to search their vehicle."How are they going to get outta this mess? Fuck." Legend reverses his car into the alley and puts it in neutral hoping to God that they would find out what was going on before they strode out the same door they entered.

All he could do now is sit and wait. He reached under his seat and gripped his .45 with all intent of protecting his brother

(OOC: Go with Legends Post, it was more well thought out than mine and it deserves to be followed ;) Good job man)

Prophet watched Fulmineo go into the room, a feint muffled sound was heard, Fulmineo left the bathroom with a clenched hand. Fulmineo clenched onto a note saying that the senator had turned tail and run off to Mexico. "The bastard ran... Your coming with me!" Fulmineo said with an angry tone. Prophet nodded, mainly because he had no other choice, as long as the senator was alive Prophet had to oversee the hit. "Alright, Chaotic that guy that got us to Spain he can get us to Mexico huh?" Chaotic nodded, Fulmineo started to calm but now walked with a sense of purpose, he wasn't to have months of hard work go up in smoke.

Prophet followed Fulmineo back out the back door, the three then tried to slip past the police men out front. But the lights were a bitch trying to get past. Prophet told Fulmineo to follow him on this one, Prophet crouched and slipped around the corner all sneaky and incognito. Fulmineo and Chaotic followed, the made it to the side of a patrol car, Prophet slowly lifted the hood and started to pull random wires and connections out, only after Prophet felt the car was now a hunk of junk did the three move to the next where Prophet repeated the same routine as the other car. The mood was a little relaxed as the cops had gone into the house to act as if they were actually protecting something, but the three ducked and hit the dirt like cats they scattered trying to not be seen. Prophet had finally made sure all the cars were unusable before the three started to run into the streets of Old Town. Prophet then noticed the decoys they placed in the van worked the cops were busy tending to the three "suspects". Prophet laughed before he spotted Legend pull up in his own vehicle. Prophet grabbed Fulmineo and ran to the car Legend was manning, Prophet glad and confused about how or why Legend happened to be in Old Town. Prophet jumped into the front passenger seat, Fulmineo and Chaotic in the back, Prophet then said, "Your literally a life saver, but why are ya here mate?" Legend then slowly drove the car out of harms way before saying,"...

I was sent a message through Guild connections. And now that is seems you guys are in hot water....I smell a fishy little trap."

" What exactly did the message say?"

" It said that 'the target who was marked for death is more connected then you think. If you value your Friends life be at this address tomorrow at 9 pm'."

" Sounds like the higher ups in the Guild knew this one was going to get nasty." Prophet said.

" Question is how nasty? And where is this going? I mean obviously to Mexico but  why would the Guild set that up?" Chaotic asked.

"There is only one reason I can think of. Fulmineo responded. " What if the hierarchy of the Guild knew of my contacts with the Medellin Cartel who incidentally are responsible fr approximately 80 percent of the drugs sold Globally and set the record for the most money made from the sale of narcotics. If they were to go to war with the Mexicans...well lets say they would need a lot of Hitters. My Guess is they would be playing both sides of the fence."

" So you think that the Guild did this to drum up some business? That they are using us as the catalysts for this war?" Asked Prophet

" Probably. But do you know what that means for us?" asked Legend

" What does it mean?" Fulmineo asked. "I would've though we would just be busy for the next few months or so."

" No. The Mexicans would come after us. If we kill the Senator and that some how starts a war.....they'll think that Cartel of yours had something to do with it. That we were working with himto gewt him killed." Prophet answered.

" So we're the Fucking scapegoats? We kill the Senator. The Mexicans come after us. I call in a few favors from Columbia and they help us out. The Mexicans kill us and a war starts since Im on a permanent retainer with the Columbians? They take that kinda shit seriously." Fulmineo asks

" But why use us as the scapegoats?" Fulmineo turns towards Prophet. Aren't you like a high value member of the Guild? Why set you up?

"Detroit... Fucking Detroit, that dick head Henry Cage must still have a grudge about me killing his cousin. The fucking bastard said it didn't matter, that Toni was too unpredictable." Prophet said looking out for watchers following the car,"Alright... They will get some watchers on us soon so we have to get to the airport and into Mexico."

"We're still going to fucking Mexico?" Chaotic said.

Fulmineo loaded his gun and motioned to the car parked out the front of the run down slum building,"More of your friends Prophet?" Fulmineo said. 

Prophet looked past Legend and saw a large group of men playing various dice games and chess,"Relax it's just the homeless, they gather too keep warm and stay alive. Smart bastards they are, now we..." Prophet said before being interrupted by the sound of a bullet crashing into the skull of a man walking across the street. Fulmineo and Chaotic looked a little spooked,"I said relax! Hit's like that have happened in Old Town since sliced bread, and it will keep happening to just calm the fuck down and let's work on getting to Mexico." Prophet said with an irritated tone.

"What's got your balls in a twist?" Legend asked with a grin. Prophet didn't stop looking from rooftop to rooftop for any sign of movement,"They'll send a watcher and I know who..." Prophet said without his eyes leaving a rooftop of various slums.

Legend then nodded and sped off for the airport,"Let's see if we can make it to the airport without Vincent catching us." Legend said with a grin. Prophet grunted in a disapproving tone,"Don't joke about that, he's a problem, a big fucking problem. One step out of the plan and he'll get a bullet with our name on it Literally!"

Fulmineo than said,"look wake me up when we get there I haven't had any sleep in two days." Fulmineo then placed his head on the window and closed his eyes. 

"Wait a minute here. Scapegoats? Listen, man. I don't gave a clue who dropped this note off. Or how they came to be at my residence without my knowledge. It's somebody on the inside for sure."

Legend pulls over for a moment to gather his thoughts.

Prophet proceeds, "What would make you certain of that?"

"Something just doesn't feel right about this. I get a note basically telling me that you WILL need protection. You got a van full guidos timing your exact arrival and then on top of that the senator's gone. Somebody thinks us a little lower than scapegoats. Somebody wants US dead. Wake up, Fulmineo. Change of plans....."

Fulmineo wakes up at the sound of his name and rubs his eyes.

" What the Hell? I mentioned that I haven't slept in 2 days right?"

" We've got a change of plans. Tjought you'd want to know what it is."

" Discuss it with Prophet then. When I wake up you guys can fill me in."