Andrew rested his head on his arms, and sighed heavily. Of course, he was a bit more stressed than normal, but that was only because nothing was going according to plan. With Black Talon coming here in less than a day, he needed to set up a plan, and fast. Everyone else sat with him at the table, as quiet and awkwardly as he was, except for Jhon, who actually wasn’t here at the moment.

“Hey Helena, what should be do now?”

“I… honestly don’t know.”

“Well we surely can’t sit here and mope all day, we still have an assassination target we need to kill.”

Andrew got up from his chair, and grabbed his sword. He then continued to gather his equipment, and set up a map in the middle of the table. He stayed silent the whole time, but everyone else knew what he was up to.

“Alright guys, here’s the new plan. First of all, Sasha, how’re they gonna come into town?”

“Uh, my informant says that they’re coming in through caravan, about three armored wagons and a whole bunch of armed guards.”

“Okay, so we’re gonna do something almost too simple; we’re gonna block them off from all of the exits. Nick, how many blocks of C4 do we have?”

“We still have a whole sack full,” he brought out the said sack, opening it to reveal a lot of plastic explosives.

“Tell Night Shade that we’re gonna be home a lot earlier than scheduled.”

With that said, Andrew and Helena started the prep work, evacuating the town’s civilians into a safer part of the city, and placed C4 on the most effective places to block off the caravan from the rest of the city. He didn’t feel too great about destroying someone else’s property, but even their own griffon government wanted Black Talon dead.

“Hey, shouldn’t we be getting reinforcements soon from the griffons?”

“No, they never said we would.”

“Shit, it’s gonna be the four of us against a small army, isn’t it?”

“Well, we have been in that situation before. Remember heat season?,” Andrew brought up, almost instinctively looking at Nick.

“Don’t remind me,” Nick almost threw up, but nobody could blame him.

“Hey you two, we gotta hurry up, Jhon’s out scouting so we’re a man short.”

“Fine.”

Jhon, who was dressed in his ghillie suit, started to crawl slowly to the top of the hill. He hid in the long grass, which made him almost impossible to spot. From there, he set up a bipod and looked through the scope of his rifle. He closed one eye to focus in on what he was looking at.

“This is Delta 3 to Delta 0-1, I have visual on the target,” what he saw through the scope of his rifle didn’t surprise him at all. He could see a caravan, going in the general direction of the town he and his team resided in.

“This is Delta 2, squad leader isn’t here at the moment, give me a sitrep.”

“Target is making his way towards the town, I recommend you set up for a firefight, they’re bringing a small army.”

“Copy, squad leader already set up an ambush point. Good work Delta 3, come back to base and help prepare. Over and out.”

Jhon took this chance to leave the area. He continued to run until he got back to town, which was a few hours away from where he was. Of course, it didn’t take long for him while running, but it meant that Black Talon was a lot closer than everyone suspected. He pulled the hood from the ghillie suit off of his head, and set down his sniper rifle.

“Did you see him, Jhon?”

“Yeah, I did, but I couldn’t get a good shot on him.”

By now, most of the preparations were in order, and everyone in that part of town were gone. The only thing left to do is wait for tonight.

Andrew sat watch on top of the tavern, where he had his night vision goggles, on the lookout for the caravan. Helena hid in one of the buildings, ready to give anyone a helping hand when things get too hairy. Nick was on ground support duty, where he would give suppressing fire with his machine gun. Finally, Jhon was in the bell tower, giving overwatch. Armed with a Barret M82 sniper rifle, it would be impossible to survive an encounter without a giant hole in their body.

“I have a visual, prepare for phase one,” flipping on the thermal sights on his rifle, he quickly set up his little station, full of ammo boxes, bandages, and even a second rifle.

“Copy that,” Nick held the remote detonator in his hands, but refrained from squeezing it too soon.

As soon as the caravan stopped, two armed guards left the safety of the wagon to check out what was going on. Of course, they were gonna be in for a surprise, as a few seconds later, Nick set off the explosives. The two armed guards dropped dead with two giant holes in the middle of their chests, twitching and lying in their own pools of blood. As more and more guards came out of the armed wagons, they were being dropped seconds after coming out by Nick’s continuous machine gun fire.

Eventually, they started to return fire, arrows flew by Andrew’s head and bursts of magic came from nowhere. Bullet casings littered the floor, and hot smoke came from the barrels of their guns. In mere moments, everything went quiet, and nothing was left alive. Everything happened so fast, so it was hard to tell if Black Talon was confirmed to be dead, but Andrew jumped down from the roof to check it out.

“Eugh, we made a mess here guys,” he went into one of the armored wagons, and dragged out one living soul, and that one survivor was indeed Black Talon.

Andrew pulled out his M1911, and fired four shots, one into each of Black Talon’s legs. He screamed in pain, but he couldn’t move now that he was crippled, he cried out for help, but everyone was already dead. Everyone else stood back to watch Andrew go to work, but they were shocked to see him like this nonetheless.

“W-What do you want from me?!”

“We were sent to kill you.”

“W-Why?!”

“Sorry,” Andrew aimed the gun at his head, “orders are orders.”

“W-Wait! If they’re paying you, I’ll double it-no, triple it! Please! Just let me go!”

“Begging for your life, how pitiful.”

“Drew, wait,” Helena pushed Andrew to the side, and crouched down to Black Talon, “I think someone has something to say to you.”

Helena turned to Sasha, who seemed to be having the time of her life. She angrily walked towards Black Talon and stepped on his crippled leg, causing him to scream out. She didn’t seem affected by the screaming, something not normal for a 14 year old girl.

“This is for all the trouble you caused.”

Taking the gun from Andrew, she then unloaded the rest of the magazine into his head. Giving the gun back to Andrew, she then walked away as if nothing ever happened. The others could only stare in amazement and shock.

“C’mon, we gotta confirm he’s dead.”

Andrew crouched over the body and checked for a pulse, and obviously, there was none, since there were three bullets inside of his head. He took out a small camera and took some pictures, making sure that the body was in the center of the picture.

“Alright, let’s get outta here.”

Author's Notes:

Well, here ya go. It's not much, but it's something.