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3 Months earlier: The Hit
Suggested Listening: The Hit by Smile Empty Soul
Part 10
3 Months earlier: The Hit
Matt was bored, almost incredibly so.
He had been doing menial and torturously easy hacks for nothing less than the last three and a half weeks. Granted there was the slight element of danger of having to bring his gun with him every time he stepped from the apartment and continuing on even in the apartment where he kept on in plain view and two hidden on his person at all times, including sleep.
In all that time he hadn't once set foot in a casino despite being that bored again. Even going outside to stave off boredom had gone down in priority with how bloody the streets had gotten; he didn't like staying there but for him it was too soon to move just yet.
The cartels weren't taking shit anymore and were brutally attacking his employers people, and even people only suspected of being employed by them. Shootouts occurred weekly if not daily some weeks; it had gotten more than a little out of hand but since he would be moving once the job was up Matt didn't really care who got killed over what so long as he wasn't a part of it.
Smoke trailed off the end of his cigarette as his cell phone began to ring. He almost grinned at the prospect of finding out just what exactly those backstabbing employers of his had in mind.
He was slightly surprised at not being given another task over the phone.
"In person? You know my terms so you know that I wont do it." he blew out a breath full of smoke and watched almost lazily at it separated into the air around him.
They can't find me, he thought.
It was the only explanation that made sense. They needed to draw him out into the open and into a controlled environment where they could get rid of him. He had moved and had changed their plans, so there really had been no second task other than him getting killed.
It also made his paranoia spark.
Did they know something was up, did they suspect the reason he'd left the apartment? They couldn't possibly know, could they? He had covered his tracks so well, not even one of the new age scanners should have been able to link back to his computer to tell of his deeds.
"You'll pay me how much?" he forced himself to sound amazed despite knowing fairly well he currently had more in a spare bank account, that he wouldn't touch unless he was hightailing it out of the country or was in deep shit, though perhaps he might have to consider it now...
"All right, you got me. Where am I supposed to meet with you?" Matt supposed he sounded just like any other greedy and stupidly unaware hacker they'd dealt with before. Too bad he wouldn't actually be going there. Hell no, he wasn't stupid.
He wondered what the cartels would do with information that could potentially wipe out his employers.
Matt hadn't an idea, but he was certain to find out. Of course if they raided the place and things went into the grey area and the cartel lost, then it would be a no brainer that Matt was the most likely person to have ratted on them.
Which he would deffinitly be in the shit then.
"The rundown factory on Old Broad street? Yeah, I know where that is. I'll see you in two days then." he hung up and tossed his phone to the couch. He had some work to do now if there was going to be any movement against them in under two days.
He would spread the word that his employers, and he really held that term loosely at the moment, hideout was at the old factory but they would be gone in two days so if they wanted a confrontation it would need to be done post haste.
Things could never just be simple for him could they?
Either they were innocuously boring or incredibly dangerous. It was never in between... except for maybe when that blond had been around...
He shook those thoughts from the front of his mind; he didn't have time to wank off to Mello at the moment. If he didn't get this right and was killed he wouldn't be able to wank off ever again.
Matt sighed, stretching, and typed furiously. He had to get the information out to as many cartel sources as he could as quickly as he could, making it seem as legit as possible. Which Matt hoped it was. He couldn't say for certain if they were actually based there, or if it were just the meeting place.
Though it stood to reason that they wouldn't drag themselves, and him, all the way out there to kill him. Any slightly secluded and publicly accessible place would have sufficed. But with a group as large as they were it was more than feasible for them to hide there.
Matt just hoped it was true. If not they would definitely connect everything to him and he would have a very large target on his head, more than the one he already had.
Matt paused to light another cigarette before continuing. He was going to need a vacation after this.
.
.
Two days later and Matt was ready for someone just to shoot him to stop all the waiting. He was supposed to be there in about ten minutes, which obviously wasn't going to happen, and he hadn't heard of any plans for a hit on them.
He didn't mind a little danger, as a lot came from the jobs he did, but having an entire gang after him was a bit much. Especially since they had been trying to take over the cartels and had been doing a fine job of it until he'd hacked them.
He had his phone ready for when they would call him, assuming that the cartels hadn't done anything, which it seemed they hadn't. But ten minutes had come and gone and nothing. Absolutely nothing had happened. No call, no chatter over either ends of contacts. Just nothing.
After another fifteen minutes of waiting, practically eyes glued to his laptop screen, Matt sighed and gave up. He couldn't wait for something to pop up. Or rather he wasn't going to sit there obsessively. Playing a game sounded so much better while he waited for the world to fall apart around him.
The second he switched on the television he froze. Turning up the volume he listened, and after a moment a slow grin spread across his face. It was gone. The entire place was nothing more than a rubble heap.
There had been a blast, one the police were saying was done by explosives wired throughout the building, and it had wiped out whomever was in there. Matt didn't know if it extended to part of the cartels men, or if his employer was even involved in it but Matt certainly hoped so.
They were reporting the entire incident as a possible gang war or some sort of deal gone wrong.
Matt laughed, because he couldn't really help it. The police had no idea what the hell had gone on other than the factory had blown up and there were charred bodies inside. He wouldn't worry about them for the moment. There was so far no sign they were alive, but he would give it a little while before he started digging for information again.
He just needed to be sure the threat was gone.
Matt would stay in that apartment just long enough to figure out if he was safe, then he as skipping town.
-End part 10-
AN: Um…. I actually forgot about this so I didn't post it on Tuesday XD
Part 10
3 Months earlier: The Hit
Matt was bored, almost incredibly so.
He had been doing menial and torturously easy hacks for nothing less than the last three and a half weeks. Granted there was the slight element of danger of having to bring his gun with him every time he stepped from the apartment and continuing on even in the apartment where he kept on in plain view and two hidden on his person at all times, including sleep.
In all that time he hadn't once set foot in a casino despite being that bored again. Even going outside to stave off boredom had gone down in priority with how bloody the streets had gotten; he didn't like staying there but for him it was too soon to move just yet.
The cartels weren't taking shit anymore and were brutally attacking his employers people, and even people only suspected of being employed by them. Shootouts occurred weekly if not daily some weeks; it had gotten more than a little out of hand but since he would be moving once the job was up Matt didn't really care who got killed over what so long as he wasn't a part of it.
Smoke trailed off the end of his cigarette as his cell phone began to ring. He almost grinned at the prospect of finding out just what exactly those backstabbing employers of his had in mind.
He was slightly surprised at not being given another task over the phone.
"In person? You know my terms so you know that I wont do it." he blew out a breath full of smoke and watched almost lazily at it separated into the air around him.
They can't find me, he thought.
It was the only explanation that made sense. They needed to draw him out into the open and into a controlled environment where they could get rid of him. He had moved and had changed their plans, so there really had been no second task other than him getting killed.
It also made his paranoia spark.
Did they know something was up, did they suspect the reason he'd left the apartment? They couldn't possibly know, could they? He had covered his tracks so well, not even one of the new age scanners should have been able to link back to his computer to tell of his deeds.
"You'll pay me how much?" he forced himself to sound amazed despite knowing fairly well he currently had more in a spare bank account, that he wouldn't touch unless he was hightailing it out of the country or was in deep shit, though perhaps he might have to consider it now...
"All right, you got me. Where am I supposed to meet with you?" Matt supposed he sounded just like any other greedy and stupidly unaware hacker they'd dealt with before. Too bad he wouldn't actually be going there. Hell no, he wasn't stupid.
He wondered what the cartels would do with information that could potentially wipe out his employers.
Matt hadn't an idea, but he was certain to find out. Of course if they raided the place and things went into the grey area and the cartel lost, then it would be a no brainer that Matt was the most likely person to have ratted on them.
Which he would deffinitly be in the shit then.
"The rundown factory on Old Broad street? Yeah, I know where that is. I'll see you in two days then." he hung up and tossed his phone to the couch. He had some work to do now if there was going to be any movement against them in under two days.
He would spread the word that his employers, and he really held that term loosely at the moment, hideout was at the old factory but they would be gone in two days so if they wanted a confrontation it would need to be done post haste.
Things could never just be simple for him could they?
Either they were innocuously boring or incredibly dangerous. It was never in between... except for maybe when that blond had been around...
He shook those thoughts from the front of his mind; he didn't have time to wank off to Mello at the moment. If he didn't get this right and was killed he wouldn't be able to wank off ever again.
Matt sighed, stretching, and typed furiously. He had to get the information out to as many cartel sources as he could as quickly as he could, making it seem as legit as possible. Which Matt hoped it was. He couldn't say for certain if they were actually based there, or if it were just the meeting place.
Though it stood to reason that they wouldn't drag themselves, and him, all the way out there to kill him. Any slightly secluded and publicly accessible place would have sufficed. But with a group as large as they were it was more than feasible for them to hide there.
Matt just hoped it was true. If not they would definitely connect everything to him and he would have a very large target on his head, more than the one he already had.
Matt paused to light another cigarette before continuing. He was going to need a vacation after this.
.
.
Two days later and Matt was ready for someone just to shoot him to stop all the waiting. He was supposed to be there in about ten minutes, which obviously wasn't going to happen, and he hadn't heard of any plans for a hit on them.
He didn't mind a little danger, as a lot came from the jobs he did, but having an entire gang after him was a bit much. Especially since they had been trying to take over the cartels and had been doing a fine job of it until he'd hacked them.
He had his phone ready for when they would call him, assuming that the cartels hadn't done anything, which it seemed they hadn't. But ten minutes had come and gone and nothing. Absolutely nothing had happened. No call, no chatter over either ends of contacts. Just nothing.
After another fifteen minutes of waiting, practically eyes glued to his laptop screen, Matt sighed and gave up. He couldn't wait for something to pop up. Or rather he wasn't going to sit there obsessively. Playing a game sounded so much better while he waited for the world to fall apart around him.
The second he switched on the television he froze. Turning up the volume he listened, and after a moment a slow grin spread across his face. It was gone. The entire place was nothing more than a rubble heap.
There had been a blast, one the police were saying was done by explosives wired throughout the building, and it had wiped out whomever was in there. Matt didn't know if it extended to part of the cartels men, or if his employer was even involved in it but Matt certainly hoped so.
They were reporting the entire incident as a possible gang war or some sort of deal gone wrong.
Matt laughed, because he couldn't really help it. The police had no idea what the hell had gone on other than the factory had blown up and there were charred bodies inside. He wouldn't worry about them for the moment. There was so far no sign they were alive, but he would give it a little while before he started digging for information again.
He just needed to be sure the threat was gone.
Matt would stay in that apartment just long enough to figure out if he was safe, then he as skipping town.
-End part 10-
AN: Um…. I actually forgot about this so I didn't post it on Tuesday XD