[Jacob]

*Setting: The city streets were blocked off to all vehicles, including hover types. Sligs on Hover-Bykes sauntered around. Hover-Bykes were like any other Bike, however, they had two fans coming from the sides and no wheels. The fans could be turned and positioned and indepentantly, and thus give the driver a decent control rate. The Sligs on the Bikes weren't wearing any pants, they were just inside the seat, securely held by the soft interior. Hover Cars also wandered around through the air, Sligs hanging out of the window smoking and keeping watch, noting any suspicious behavior. Down on the ground, the ground patrol was making sure all alley's and derelict buildings were secure. Making sure their visitor would be safe when he finally came. Big Bro Sligs were the main ground patrol, equipped with Mini-Guns and Thermal sensory goggles, Giant metallic shields were strapped to their left arms, incase of attack. All was secure. And then through the smog drifted another Hover Car. One that was obviously different to the others. The grounded Sligs looked up, grasping their weapons, ready for action. The air-patrol carefully drew to a halt, hovering in mid-air. Preparing for a Dog fight. But the car merely slowed down, the tinted windows opening and a blue paw reaching out. Beckoning to one of the Bike riding Sligs.*

Slig: "Sir, i believe we may have a possible hostile. He is beckoning me. Should i proceed?"

It spoke on the radio which was on the front on the handles of the bike and needed no buttons pressing for the message to get through.

Response: "Proceed with caution. If there is any sign of hostility, shoot to kill."

The voice was calm with little static interferring. The Slig nodded to itself and began to drive upto the vehicle.

Slig: "Identify yourself, what do you want?"

The hand disappeared, reappearing with the brown package. The Slig sauntered upto the car and snatched the envelope out of its hand, trying to peer inside the dark interior as it did so. It failed, the tinted windows soon whirred back up electronically. Stopping only when at the top. Snorting and scratching its middle face tentacle the pale green Slig rode away, oblivious to what it carried.

***

Assassin: "Proceed with mission 'Live Wire', subject is in place with the equipment."

The Hitman spoke into his Rolex watch. As soon as he had finished the sentence he placed both hands on his lap, waiting.

Driver: "Dont you think you should get ready?"

Assassin: "When the time is right..."

***

*Setting: Inside of Dublo's transport was lush, black leather seats. Capable of seating at least seven Sligs. However, only two were with Dublo at the time. His helper Cry and his personal Bodyguard, whom didn't give his name. Dublo was dressed in his usual outfit, a black fur coat with Gold buttons. His face was round and chubby, his ears small and his eyes almost Rat like. He sucked on a dirty, roll-up. Smirking to himself. Thinking of his rich's. Cry was just like any ordinary Slig, except he had a large 'D002' tattooed on the bottom of his back. This was to signify he BELONGED to Dublo. The Bodyguard was dressed in a black suit with special goggles over his eyes. Unusually there were two red viewers on either side of his mask. He also had specially made pants, which allowed him to jump higher and farther than his Slig brethern. He kept alert, never touching a drop of alcohol or a cigarette butt. But merely awaiting for reports from the other Sligs situated around the area were they were destined. Right now he was awaiting a response from the Slig whom had most recently contacted him. Awaiting to see if it had opened the envelope. The exterior of the vehicle was dark, black and sleek. No bumps or marks. A few Sligs lingered around, riding their hover bikes around the car like Bee's around their Honey. All was going to plan...*

Dublo: "Driver, could you stop going so damn slow. Jesus, i swear i saw Mudokon's on foot running past us earlier on."

His voice was gruff and harsh. He was sipping Martini through a straw, the glass held by his helper. The driver was also of Slig origin, he turned his head to a side, addressing Dublo.

Driver: "You gottit, sir."

As he said this the screen that seperates driver and passenger slowly whirred up. The Bodyguard immediatly became uncomfortable and made his way upto the front of the car, drawing his Uzi.

Bodyguard: "Hey, hey whats going on. What are you doing?"

Driver: "My job..."

***

The Cheffeur of the Assassin was sitting patiently, his car on stand-by, watching the Slig fiddle with the letter. The letter, however, could not be opened. It wasn't meant to be. It was meant to be planted. As the driver mused over the idiotic being he heard the sound of guns firing. Turning his head to the right abit he saw the car of Dublo come racing by, impacting with the Slig on the bike. As the bike got knocked from under the Slig and the Slig got thrown into the windscreen, cracking its shoulder on the solid glass, the small envelope erupted into a burst of flame. The car windscreen getting totally obliterated. The car slowly went down, flames dancing around the front of it, making their way inside.

Driver: "You better be ready."

He put his car into motion.

Assassin: "Oh yeh."

As he said this the Hitman brought up a Sniper Rifle, automatic. Smirking as he rubbed his Saurian skin on it.

***

*Setting: The car was imbedded in the side of a empty building. Flames dancing on the roof and sides of the crashed car. Sligs of all shapes and sizes, from air and ground all rushed in, hoping to save its employer and guard. The Assassin smiled softly, awaiting the car to turn around to the side so he had a better view and aim. The marks car had its rear end sticking up out of the building, tempting shots to be taken at it. The windows were already weakened from the heat, possibly allowing bullets to pass through. Carefully the Assassin took aim, the scope zooming in. He silently whispered some inaudible words, possibly praying to whatever Gods Assassins pray to.
*Rapid gunshots*
The back windows shattered, the Assassin pulled his head away from the scope, hoping he had killed the remaining survivors. He turned around, placing the Rifle on the floor. Reaching under his seat he pulled out a Grenade.*

Assassin: "Just in case..."

He smiled, throwing the Grenade that bounced happily on the boot of the vehicle before rolling in...

***

Bodyguard: "Sir...*Coughs*...Sir? Sir, are you alright?"

The Slig lifted his blood stained head up, one of his face tendrils was scarred and hanging off. His black suit was torn, ripped and bloodied. He nudged his employer, Dublo, who was lying on the floor, still. The Glukkons head looked like it had been shattered from the front, bullet holes also lined the back. His helper, Cry, was also dead. Blood oozing from the bullet wounds in its chest. Slowly the Slig crawled towards the door, trying to open it whatever way it could think of. As it rammed its wounded shoulder against the side, trying to knock it open, it heard the clanking of metal upon metal. Turning he saw a small, round, metal ball roll in and down to the front. It blipped, increasing in tempo as the seconds past.

Bodyguard: "Ooohhhh Crud..."

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