It was a rainy night in London, and a heavy one too. Heavy to the extent that everyone was forced to stay indoors. Even the police officers have to cancel their patrols for obvious reasons. Everyone were enjoying their times with their loved ones and neighbors except one man.
He was middle aged, well built and has a red hair cut. He was in his bedroom, packing some clothes in a traveling bag in a hurriedly manner without even folding them. "The agents you called for are here Chris." He looked up at the door and saw a blonde woman with a bump on top of her left lip.
"What about Sam? Is she packing?" Chris asked, closing the bag and adding it to another traveling bag. "Yes. Thought she isn't happy about it." She responded. "Don't worry, it'll soon be over." He assured before going out but she grabbed his hand to stop him. "Please Chris, at least tell me what's going on." She asked, scared.
Chris looked at her with guilt. He only wanted to settle down with her and their daughter. Which is why he choosed that mission as his last mission. But that however ended up being a siucide mission with him having a bounty on his head. He didn't wanted it to end this way, but there's nothing he can do about himself now. The only thing he can do is to make sure his family are safe.
"Laura listen to me." He told her holding her cheeks in a loving manner "I messed up, big time. And the people I was supposed to stop are after me. They're more dangerous than I realized, and they'll stop at nothing till I'm dead. So there's nothing that can be done about me. But I can still save you and Sam."
"What do you mean till you're dead? What happened? Who's after you? Chris tell me what's going on?"
"Don't worry about me, worry more about you and Sam. Listen to me. The agents will take you two to the American embassy. There, you'll both be provided with new identities to start over." He paused before continuing "And no matter what happens,..... promise me that you'll never look for me."
"What!? Nonononono please don't say that. Please don't..."
"Promise me."
"There have to be another way. Please I can't loose you...."
"Promise. Me."
Laura could only sob. She wanted to counter but she couldn't. She knew that it was unlike Chris to think of that unless there was a good reason. And that reason is because he's wanted dead and will prefer if she and Sam don't get involved. Though she understands him, she still wish she could do something to help him.
After a while, she stopped crying and gave a nod. He wiped her tears and gave a kiss on her forehead. "I love you and Sam no matter what. Never forget it. You're both the greatest thing I could ever ask for." "Go check on Sam. I'm waiting for you both downstairs." He told her after assuring his feeling for them.
He then went to meet the agents in order to discuss about his wife and daughter protection during his absence but was surprised to see two men dead. One of them had his throat sliced while the other got stabbed on his forehead. He got out a Glock from his back while scanning around the house for whoever the intruder is. If they're here to kill him, he'll take them head-on, no matter what it takes. As long as he can to protect his family.
Meanwhile, Laura went to Sam's room to check if she was done and ready. She entered and saw an orange haired teenager lying on the bed with the bags undone. "Sam?" Laura called, curiously, but didn't get any response. Fearing the worst, Laura went to check on the girl and to her horror, found her dead. She was too much in shock to sense a stranger approaching from behind her, and that was more than enough for the stranger to snap her neck, instantly killing her, before she dropped on the floor with a thud.
"LAURA! SAMANTHA!" Chris screamed when he heard the noise and rushed upstairs, hoping to save his family in time but at the top, was met with a knife on his forehead. With a hit was so quick and so sudden that he didn't have time to register the pain before his life ended.
After he landed lifelessly on the stairs, the stranger from the bedroom came down the stairs to Chris's body, crouched to the corspe's level to retrieve the knife, then sighed. He was slim and pale, making him look extremely sick. Though it's not something he seems concerned about. His haircut was a jet black, his eyes were dark purple and he was dressed in a black tuxedo. And although he was looking at his victim with a dull expression, his mind was on something else.
He was rather wondering whether or not he'll spend the night here due to the heavy rain. Not that he was impatient or anything since he was never in the rush. He just didn't want to be seen in the morning should he stays. Not that it can change anything since he can always escape even if he's found. Something he has mastered while growing up in an orphanage. He just wasn't in the mood this time
Besides, there's a comic Con exhibition tomorrow, something he was looking forward to. And the reason wasn't because he's a nerd. Actually, he goes there to learn more about the characters' skills, abilities and experiences to improve his own. But the problem Is that, he left his disguise at home.
Which leaves him to two choices, he can wait till the rain die down, wich might last all-night, or he can spend the rest of the night here and head home first thing in the morning. Either way, it's likely he'll arrive at the exhibition late.
'Guess I'll be staying here for the night huh' he decided before he took his phone to make a call.
"Yes ?" A voice was heard at the other side of the call.
"It's done."
"Other casualties?"
"The Target's family and two C.I.As."
"Any other loose ends?"
"Not that I can think of at this moment."
"Actually, there's one."
"Who?"
".... You."
" I don't understand."
"You don't need to. James Kennedy, you're terminated."
"What do you....." James didn't get to finish as he sensed something's wrong. He checked around the house but found nothing. Still not satisfied, he stepped out against the rain, armed with a Glock, and scanned around but still found nothing.
He then looked up and to his surprise, saw what appears to be a nuke flying towards him. His look of shock turned to that of amusement before turning into full laughter. And that's the last thing he did before the nuke fell on his location, the blast range exeding not just the district, but the entire city.