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A normal day for Blackrock's Laboratories. Snow coated earth, frost adorned mountains, and the unidentifiable body in the ice that the bio-hazard team had yet to lift a finger to move, making the same excuse that they have more important matters to attend to.
The inside of the facility was not much warmer, despite having the greatest scientists and technicians on the job night and day. Throughout layers and layers of rooms and masses of security, the distanced screams and shrieks of experiments no one wanted to hear had no effect on Hyperlaser. The client he was making arrangements at the time flinched at the slightest decibel of sound coming from down the halls, as if they were afraid of something. They were from Blackrock, for sure- But not from this floor where the real testing happens. This was the area beyond visitors and tours. Anyone who stepped down here had to have an oath that they’d never speak of the things the scientists do to people on this layer. But he had no time to care about who they were or what level of admission they had- They gave a job for him with good pay.
“A higher up told me to find you and request this job. He said you’re the best one down here.”
Hyperlaser could guess who’d sent him the job with 3 tries. A higher up really meant either a scientist, head director, or the CEO himself. No one else really mattered as much to be an authority. A despondent reality but one Hyperlaser accepted with no second guessing.
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It took him a day to plan out this job. Locating the target, choosing how to take them out, and what time to approach- So much more than how TV and other literature would explain the hitman process. As Hyperlaser approached the location of the target he spared a moment to reconsider turning down the job. He knew who this was he was about to kill. Worked with him for a short time- they could’ve been called familiars even. Despite having memories of him, the job had more appeal to him than caring enough to spare someone he hardly spoke to even when he had to work with him. Finding a secluded, small spot to hide behind was easy. The whole area was covered in trees with no green and rocks with sitting snow piles bigger than themselves.
Positioning himself in a small nook between two rocks and below the cover of a stale, twisting bush, he adjusted the scope of the railgun- and only then did he notice all of the windows were covered…
He shamed himself for a second for not noticing that immediately, but focused again when
reminding himself he’s here to kill someone, not criticize his own ability to notice things. Hyperlaser considered all his options. Without an open view he’d be shooting blindly and would attract law to the area, if he was caught he’d have to make Blackrock somehow make one of their excuses and get him back, to which he would risk becoming one of the screamers in the laboratory halls himself. He’d have to go inside the apartment and kill him in person. Not his usual style to be so close to a target. He had slight concern he’d slip up, but he had to get it done somehow if he was to impress whoever was hiring him and collect that mass of money waiting back at Blackrock.
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