Six Weeks in Vale

The building was several stories high, with blue glass windows encompassing its entirety. It was owned by an office firm, and an open, unguarded roof. This fact was a good thing for the figure on the roof, as his motives were…less than friendly.

His name was Leon Bátor, known as Abbas in criminal circles. He was the Faunus sniper member of The Six. The Six were within the top ten mercenary groups globally. Currently, he was dressed in black jeans, with a matching shirt and boots, with a heavy black cloak and hood, which was pulled up.

He bent down, and opened his briefcase. Inside was a main part of a sniper rifle, with all the appropriate attachments. He quietly removed the parts, and built the gun.

He lifted it up, and aimed it down toward the street, and looked down the scope. He quietly spoke into his earpiece.

“Abbas is in position.” He said.

“Good, Rook was about to get mad. Your target is Archie Paxton. He’s some rich director of some minor dust company.” The voice on the other end of the earpiece was known as Ghosthands, and he was the hacker and mission coordinator of The Six. He was, as he almost always was in The Six’s penthouse apartment, and was likely to be deep inside the security camera network of the area that Abbas was in, and had a front row seat to the assassination that was about to take place.

“Abbas apologises, Ghosthands. Abbas will finish his mission quickly.”

“Roger that Abbas. Good hunting.”

Archie Paxton was a balding man in his late fifties. He had an impressive moustache and was dressed in a pristine white suit. He was currently sitting at a table outside a very fancy café on the high street. The coffee he was sipping at come from a scheduled farm, high up in a mountainous region in Atlas, and cost 100 lien per cup.

He took a final sip, and placed his cup down.

There was a quiet *plink*.

Archie Paxton fell to one side. He was dead, the bullet had passed through his heart.

Abbas smiled, and mumbled “Apologies, Mister Paxton.” Under his breath. He packed up, and was already on his way home when the police sirens started to cry out.

When Leon arrived back at The Six’s penthouse, and went into the main room, he was almost instantly tackle hugged by a woman in a red hoodie.

“Leon!” She exclaimed happily, and Leon sheepishly patted her on the back.

“Auburn...it’s g-great to see you.” Now please get off me he added to himself.

Auburn blinked and stood up, hauling Leon up with her.

“Rook’s gone out. New contract or something. Sounded big!” Auburn laughed loudly.

Leon sighed deeply. “We’ve got no food then.”

“Nope!”

At that moment,  Huey walked in, dressed in a red vest and a pair of blue shorts, and had a donut in his mouth. He looked at the pair, and swallowed.

“Message from Rook. The new contract is a biggie. The whole gang is in on it.”

Auburn raised an eyebrow, and dug a hand into her pocket, removing a cigarette packet from it, and planted on in her mouth. “Rich or desperate?”

“Rich.” Leon said.

“Eh..I’ll take desperate this time” Huey said.

Leon sighed again. “Where’s Quincy?”

“Charity dinner. He took Kyla with him.” Auburn said in a deadpan voice, and she took a drag on her cigarette.

“A charity dinner? Rook’s not going to be happy with that.” Huey pointed out.

“Nope! But Kyla looked real pretty tonight.” Auburn said in a cheery voice, a complete mood whiplash from just seconds before.

“Oh good, Rook’ll be pissed off, but at least Kyla looks good.” Huey joked…only for Auburn to launch herself at him, and held a throwing knife at his throat.

“Don’t insult my sister Niebla, or I’ll blind your other eye!” She said, still in a cheery voice.

“Auburn, my sweet. Lay off the painkillers.” Leon said with an exhausted sigh.

“I can stop whenever I want Leon!”

“Suuure you can.”

It was at this moment, that the front door was opened.