Shane Enochs
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Aero peered around the corner of the warehouse, being careful to stay in the shadows. His target, middle-aged and overweight, climbed out of the SUV and was instantly swarmed by his security detail. Aero frowned; he didn't expect so many. "Five guards," he whispered into his headset.
"Proceed."
Aero crouched low to the ground and turned the corner. He inched closer until he felt that the shadows would no longer hide him. He made his move.
Matthew Harding lit his cigarette and took a long draw. The communiqué was very clear: the informant would be here at 11:00 sharp. Where was he?
"We'll wait another min-"
The attacker moved so quickly that Harding's brain couldn't register what was happening. Three of his security guards simultaneously fell to the ground, their throats spewing hot blood. His remaining detail blindly fired their pistols into the darkness.
Then they fell as well.
Aero slid the long knife back into its sheath attached to his belt. The fat man stumbled backwards; his arms flailed behind him. For a moment, Aero entertained the idea that the man was reaching for something that would pull him back into a reality that he was more comfortable with. He smiled at the thought.
"Get in the car," Aero commanded. "Don't run. You know I'll catch you. Just get into the car." He could hear the man's heart beating far too quickly for someone his age. If Aero wasn't careful, his target could very well have a heart attack.
"P-please!" the man screamed as he finally backed into the brick wall.
Aero backed up a step and put his palms out, showing him that he meant him no harm. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Please, get in the car."
He could see that this was going to end badly; he had to take action. He darted forward and bit the man's shoulder with just enough force to break the skin. For a moment, the man's body went rigid, but the serotonin and oxytocin in Aero's saliva went to work quickly. Aero could feel the target's muscles relax and his heart beat decreased dramatically. "There we go. Now stay right here."
Aero spent several minutes loading the bodies of the security detail into the back of the SUV and cleaning the blood from the concrete. He felt impressed with himself that he was able to kill them all and bite his target without losing it. His self-control was improving nearly every day.
After he was satisfied that the area was sufficiently clean, he took his target by the hand, helped him into the passenger seat of the SUV, and he climbed into the driver's seat. "Target acquired," he said into his headset. "Permission to return to base."
"Proceed."
Aero crouched low to the ground and turned the corner. He inched closer until he felt that the shadows would no longer hide him. He made his move.
* * * * *
Matthew Harding lit his cigarette and took a long draw. The communiqué was very clear: the informant would be here at 11:00 sharp. Where was he?
"We'll wait another min-"
The attacker moved so quickly that Harding's brain couldn't register what was happening. Three of his security guards simultaneously fell to the ground, their throats spewing hot blood. His remaining detail blindly fired their pistols into the darkness.
Then they fell as well.
* * * * *
Aero slid the long knife back into its sheath attached to his belt. The fat man stumbled backwards; his arms flailed behind him. For a moment, Aero entertained the idea that the man was reaching for something that would pull him back into a reality that he was more comfortable with. He smiled at the thought.
"Get in the car," Aero commanded. "Don't run. You know I'll catch you. Just get into the car." He could hear the man's heart beating far too quickly for someone his age. If Aero wasn't careful, his target could very well have a heart attack.
"P-please!" the man screamed as he finally backed into the brick wall.
Aero backed up a step and put his palms out, showing him that he meant him no harm. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Please, get in the car."
He could see that this was going to end badly; he had to take action. He darted forward and bit the man's shoulder with just enough force to break the skin. For a moment, the man's body went rigid, but the serotonin and oxytocin in Aero's saliva went to work quickly. Aero could feel the target's muscles relax and his heart beat decreased dramatically. "There we go. Now stay right here."
Aero spent several minutes loading the bodies of the security detail into the back of the SUV and cleaning the blood from the concrete. He felt impressed with himself that he was able to kill them all and bite his target without losing it. His self-control was improving nearly every day.
After he was satisfied that the area was sufficiently clean, he took his target by the hand, helped him into the passenger seat of the SUV, and he climbed into the driver's seat. "Target acquired," he said into his headset. "Permission to return to base."