Behold, my first story post in the mafia!
Letters sat in a chair on the 20th floor with his back to the door. He was so stupid. It was a lie. They had him and he knew it. Strauss' blood was on his hands. He'd been fooled badly and he wasn't the only one to pay for it. Not only would the mafia be on his ass, but SWAT was no doubt on its way. Sirens roared outside and a chopper spotlight flashed momentarily in the large room. A drop of water hit the floor. It was raining. Its collision with the ground echoed through the room, silent. He put his USP back in his belt, tapping the safety. It had likely made its final shot tonight.
Letters began to sob. It was all but over for him now, and he killed a man who'd been like a father to him. He taught him the tools of the trade and the very essence, the art, one could say...of the kill. Yet knowing all of this himself, he should've been able to prevent his own demise...
10 minutes ago...
Letters ran around the corner, extremely focused. He had to be or he was done. Four heavily armored guards sat outside the door of his target. He leapt into the air, winding up a punch, clobbering the nearest guard as he landed. He threw him into a chokehold and pulled the pistol out of his holster and shot him from under the jaw, the only unarmored position on his head. Seeing his death, the other guards would have been quick to fire upon Letters, had he not anticipated this. He shot a second guard in the foot and brought up his foot in a crushing kick to the jaw, knocking him out. He now had a second human shield to replace the first. Within 10 seconds, he'd killed one guard and incapacitated another as two remained. He liked these odds. He pushed his "shield" into one guard and hurled a knife out of his belt at the other. With the only remaining guards on the ground struggling to get up, it was easy to finish the battle. He cut off the hand of a guard and used it on the fingerprint scanner to enter.
As he entered the room, he had his USP drawn, pointing directly forward. Strauss looked outside the window upon the city of Boston.
"New York may never sleep, but Boston does." He turned to face Letters. "By my assumption, I will join them in slumber, but not in arising."
Letters nodded slowly.
"I know what you believe, about the death of your true family, and I know there is no changing your mind. Just do what you need to do. I've made my peace."
Letters sighed. "Just one question, Strauss. It's bugging me and I have to know."
"Yeah?"
"You obviously knew I was coming. It was no secret by the way you met me here tonight. Just.....why didn't you try to stop me?"
Strauss turned to face Letters. "Although currently misguided, you're a good man. I wasn't going to ruin both of our lives by me in constant hiding or you becoming consumed by a false revenge, due to your undying belief of it as the truth. Killing you would be a waste of a good man."
Strauss pulled his deagle out of his holster and threw it aside. "Do what has to be done."
Letters began to tremble as he cocked his USP and approached Strauss. It touched the back of his head.
...his final words were "Here I come God, you sick son of a bitch."
A multitude of footsteps echoing in the hallway brought Letters back to this moment.
He heard lightly "Christ, this was only one fucking guy?"
"Jackson, blow the door"
The door came crashing down as 10 SWATs ran into the room.
"Nice to see you again, Letters", a voice said.
Letters stood up. "Snype....you fucker."
"You're wanted by the state of Massachusetts for the murder of Strauss, breaking and entering, just about everything anybody could get in trouble with the law for."
"Oh yeah? You're wanted by me by being a total fucking prick."
"Always have been a rough one to take down, haven't you?"
"You know me oh so well."
"I should after working with you for so long."
Letters turned around.
"Drop your weapon, criminal."
Letters pulled his USP out of his belt and raised his arms in the air. The SWATs all aimed at him. He unloaded his clip and kicked it to the side and dropped the gun.
"I know you did it you bastard."
Snype nodded his men out of the room.
"I had a score to settle with Strauss." He lifted up his shirt to show a scar on his side.
"You failed him, you knew it would happen."
"I've been pissing blood on and off for years now, he fucked up my kidney bad, and for what, ONE fucking mistake!?"
"You got Hitman killed you asshole!"
"With the shit we did, it was inevitable; people were going to die sooner or later!"
"You're lucky he didn't find out about you changing your name and backstabbing me to join the force"
"It was a good deal, I turn on you and end the drug deals to the Chan Clan and I get a clean slate and a steady paying job, as well as a new identity. Nobody on the force knew it, nobody in the mafia knew it. They did a damn fine job, and it led to my ultimate payback. Strauss is finished, and your time is short."
He pressed a button on his radio and the SWATs came back in. Letters walked over to the window.
"We both took the same oath together on that one mission. Nobody would take either of our lives except ourselves." He sprinted and crashed out the window. Snype leaned over to watch Letters plummet to his fate. Little did he know, letters still had Strauss' deagle. He lined up the shot and put one right between Snype's eyes.
As he plummeted toward the ground, he said "You lied."
