“Beep, beep, beep” Assassin felt unease in him as he heart the indecent ticking of the heart monitor.
`Just like his after Jack Ruby shot him.
Just like his friends in the hospital after the Bay of Pigs
Just like -
No! He couldn’t fall into those memories. Assassin shifted into the form of Lee Harvey Oswald, he had chosen him to interact with the hospital staff as Lee’s voices tended to be the quietest. He focused on his master. Sitting there in her hospital bed. “Master, how are the treatments going? I understand that they plan on operating soon.”
Jan coughed and gave a smile. “I feel much better. They say if my fever goes down in the next few weeks they’ll open me up, and if that goes well I could even go outside.”
Assassin smiled. “It will go well, I promise. You’ll love the hospital’s gardens too. It’s spring time and the cherry blossoms are blooming.”
“And I expect you to be there to Assassin. No unnecessary risks, get the servants off guard and one bullet to the head. Even the most power servant shouldn’t be able to withstand that.”
Attack the servants, only Jan would send Assassin to kill the servants not the masters and then tell him to be careful. She reminded
him of his wife
her of her husband
them of their daughter
him of his commanding officer
“I’ll be careful I promise. They won’t even see me coming.”
Break
Things would be perfect, if Rider hadn’t seen those first bullets. Now he had to escape and he most likely wouldn’t be able to go after Rider’s Master again. There were few other master’s that would be willing to just walk around the town so brazenly. Archer’s master went with him on those damn political speeches but his driver seemed to have eyes on the back of his head and kept all possible assassination routes guarded enough that it would give Archer enough time to react to a bullet.
Berserker’s refused to leave her little cave and he had seen Lancer and Saber fight, if he didn’t get those masters far away from their servants they would be able to stop his bullets no matter how unaware they were.
It was so much easier in the army
Never had to worry about that when pops took me hunting
The aliens never said anything like this would happen
Assassin shook his head clear. If the alien theories were coming out he knew he was really distracted. Where was he? Yes assassinating enemy masters.
That was why he was currently lugging his sniper disassembled in a guitar case and taking a ride to the top floor of an office building. He had to go after Caster. He had hoped somebody else would take him out but with no kills and the seeing no sign of heating up anytime soon he had to do something.
Caster was good though, his bounded field encompassed almost a three mile radius and within it Assassin was unable to go into spiritual form, summon any of his weapons, access his Conspiracy skill to shape shift, and his Presence Concealment was lowered to C rank. So he had to get into range with his weapon already materialized for a mile stuck in the shape of Jack Ruby and manage to kill Caster’s master without anything going wrong.
Now he was on a rooftop waiting. He’d had payed off some local street toughs to spy for him, give him information on the comings and goings of that rich English woman and her Korean boyfriend who had moved over a month ago. Now he knew exactly how to kill Caster’s master. They didn’t have many regular patterns, mostly just Caster patrolling the area at random and getting takeout to bring back to his master, but Friday was date night. He didn’t know if it was some sort of cover or if they had actually fallen in love but every Friday they went to a small dinner a few blocks from their base and ate dinner. Apparently they seemed disgustingly domestic always sitting at the same table every night.
He had to pray that they hadn’t changed their routine tonight. He didn’t know if they had left their base, or if they had sat down at their table. All he knew was that they usually left around 8:00, it was a five minute walk, and they took about an hour and a half to eat and pay. It was currently 8:30, he couldn’t put it off any longer, they were definitely sitting in their booth now. He looked as his assembled sniper rifle. The moment he picked that up he had five seconds before his weakened Presence Concealment alerted Caster to his presence. He could do this, he could do this, he could-
He grabbed his gun and fired before he could even register that it was indeed Caster and his master in the booth. The bullet seemed to move in slow motion through the scope, Assassin prayed it hit its mark. In the bounded field his Noble Phantasms were sealed, if he missed he was completely at the mercy of Caster.
Caster raised his eyes and looked towards Assassin for a moment before throwing the table between him and his master aside, leaping in front of her, and erecting a wall of wind to protect them.
The bullet hit the asphalt underneath the dinner and tunneled through. Even if he couldn’t use his Noble Phantasm his bullets still belonged to a servant, they went right through the rock and entered the sewers. There several street thugs had dragged chemical barrels of his exact specifications to the exact spot. It was tragic what people would do for money.
It took some time for the smoke from he explosion to clear out but there he saw that his mission was complete. Caster was standing there unscratched but the same could not be said for the master. He could only see the upper half of the body Caster was holding in his arms but he knew it didn’t matter where the rest of her was. He scanned the hole in the dinner for other casualties. He had payed the street thugs to occupy the tables surrounding the targets, leave a mess, and then leave before the targets got there to prevent people sitting at the tables but he couldn’t be sure either the waitstaff or some other unlucky person had wandered into his trap.
He scanned and found no other bodies. Assassin sighed. Right now his first kill had been his only kill. Now Caster was starting to move, Assassin couldn’t hear it but he assumed that he was currently letting out a cry of anger. Caster would most likely be getting up soon for his revenge and Assassin couldn’t escape fast enough for Caster to exhaust his leftover magical energy; so Assassin had to force him to expend it. He fired, then he fired again each shot reflected by a wind barrier. Caster was now riding the winds to fly towards Assassin but the bullets didn’t stop. Each shot wasn’t enough to even come close to breaking the barrier but they did drain his magic bit by bit, which coupled with the lack of mana supply and the energy spent flying, meant that Caster was already half dematerialized before he had reached Assassin. He tried to let out a blast of wind but Assassin dodged it and fired two more bullets which didn’t hit any barrier and buried themselves in Caster’s brain.
With the death of its creator the bounded field dissipated and Assassin returned to spiritual form. His first kills, they felt…wrong. The face on Caster when he died, it was like, like his
parents
siblings
best friend
squad mates
John
He couldn’t stay here. He had to get back to Jan, tell her that he had killed Caster and his master had gotten on a boat back to England. He wondered if the doctors could let him bring in some sweets.