Chapter 1: Target
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Blood. Mercy. Death. Life.
This cycle happens frequently when you're a person like me. On the run frequently yet hired by the same people who want you behind bars.
Let's make this quick and simple. My name officially, is Alex M. Crafted, Secret Agent 7506. I work for AOR, short for Agency Of Robloxia.
Our company commonly works with the FBI on cases they cannot legally crack, and it usually involves mafia bosses or other crucial areas surrounding corrupt people.
I wouldn't necessarily say I'm a good guy. I'm not an assassin, I'm not evil but good? Far from it. I've had to murder those personal, clean up dirty work from my associates..
Doing the job I do has.. its upsides and downsides.
It's upsetting. always "I have a family!" or "I'm just a kid!". Usually I get the "No, I only did it because I had to!".. But the people I exterminate are bad. Horrible beings who took advantage of lives worth living, and the price to pay is their own.
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"Welcome, Alex." I was greeted as I stepped out of the elevator. I adjusted my tie professionally and clicked my teeth as I pointed to my co-worker. "Heyy Sanna-!" I grinned before walking past.
It was a boring Monday, rainy, and I finished taking out someone the night before, so I'm hoping todays job.. Isn't as brutal.
I usually get missions daily from my boss JParty, but today when I walked in he had a rather troubled expression. JParty had the telephone cable up to his neck as he was indulged deep in conversation with probably someone from the FBI. He hung up abruptly and turned his spinny chair to face me with a despised look before inhaling and exhaling.
"I have a mission for you, Crafted, but its risky." He spoke lowly.
"How risky? What are we talking about boss?" I sat down, worried, as he opened a file cabinet next to him, turned on a dim lamp and slid me a persons file. It had 'CLASSIFIED' in all red bold letters along the crisp cardboard paper surrounding it.
'Monopoly: Big Games'
I read the file in my head as JParty read me the rundown.
'Billionaire Company - Associated closely with the son of the company, PrestonPlayz. Millionaire in his twenties.'
I blinked slowly. "Do I have to take this guy out?? What's the catch, what's hard about this?" I asked, looking up from the paper. JParty shifted his pen to the sons name and tapped it several times. "No. The assassins are attempting to murder him sometime tonight and until the FBI has enough proof to lock these people up, We need an agent to protect him." JParty sighs, turning away from me again. He puts the file back and security-locks the case file away.
"You want me to babysit someone a year younger than me?" I ask, a little dumbfounded. JParty just nodded and I sighed. "How long approximately then?" I couldn't help but ask, and JParty himself looked a bit concerned. "This one will take a while, Crafted. Are you up for this?"
I sat there and pondered softly to myself, but I couldn't let someone less prepared than myself take this job. If anyone was to go do this and deal with assassins', I'm the best fit. The assassins of Robloxia are the same people I take out on a daily basis, doing what others could not. It wouldn't be hard taking care of a kid anyways. And so, I shook his hand accordingly. "I'm up for this. When do I start?"
"At approximately 6 hours from now, you will walk into the Galaxy Casino and-"
"THE GALAXY CASINO?!" I exclaim, dumbfounded. "That's where practically half of our Agents die every year from these damn assassins! It's dangerous-"
"I know, Crafted. Let me finish." He instructs. "Anyway- the son of the company will be on floor 23, room 280. 30 minutes after your arrival, assassins will be infiltrating and attempting to find Preston and murder him. Your job is to stay off the radar when you find and consult with him, and I will call you using a burner phone."
I softly nodded. "What if he doesn't comply?? Better question, what if the kid resists?"
"There is no what if. You'll have ten minutes before it goes to hell with those assassins, they want Preston gone."
"Gotcha.." I gulped, but refrained from any further questions.
I got up, left, and fixed myself before leaving his office. But, was stopped by his ombre voice. "Crafted." He spoke dimly, as I turned in the door frame.
"Yes sir?" I flicked my glasses down and looked back at him respectfully.
"Don't get killed."
I felt a chill run up my spine. "I'll try my best sir."
"Hell yeah you will. You're dismissed." JParty says, making another phone call.
I grabbed my glasses and re-adjusted them on my face with a slim bit of anxiety beginning to burn inside of me, like a freshly lit candle with a crappy dollar store match. This was.. gonna be a hassle.
Chapter 2: Inspection
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Timeskip: Noon
Setting: Galaxy Casino
The night was dawning ahead of everyone in this godforsaken place. It was early enough for me though, as I had my hair nicely done and a headset attached to my glasses- the cord nicely blended in and wasn't visible to the naked eye.
I fixed my suits collar as I went through the slide-able stained glass door, which had some pretty heavy security guarding it. I was stopped by a guy much taller than me, who seemed to be around 6'7 ish.
“ID and entrance pass?” The low baritone voice spoke with a demanding tone. I flashed them my FBI and job ID, before he backed off respectfully and nodded.
I walked through just fine, and there was a lot of big company-men here. A few monopolies as well, but I quickly found my target.
A bit smaller than me, perky personality, snarky attitude. Brown hair and fire bolded eyes with light brown tips of his eyebrows and hair, which complimented his light complexion. The dude was dressed in some stupidly rich clothing, some designer jacket over the expensive patterned shirt and some black designer pants. The fire logo I recognized from his case file was engraved on the side, and the kid looked clueless to his surroundings. His dad on the other hand was busy throwing dice and getting all of the red and green chips at the table they were standing at, caring only about the game.
I scanned my other surroundings, finding a surprising interest in the bar and how many seemingly suspiciously armed men were there. The usual security was around and about, but the host of the party was strutting around and greeting his guests. I had to stay under the radar, so I simply moved to an area he had already checked.
The hosts name was NightFoxx- a humanoid hybrid fox with a backbone for gambling and specialities, his hair and tail had a galaxy inspired pelt. The guy had a fairly tanner complexion and black stripes on his cheekbones that almost resembled a tigers.
He wore a purple thin cloth around his neck that looked similar to a belt you'd commonly wear around your head- an astronomy inspired dark purple suit with different planets engraved on it with jewels, and perked ears. The guy was 6'2 easy, and was an easy intimidator. Most Robloxians have that trait, but he takes it to another level.
I looked around some more, seeing lots and lots of fancy guests, but then I saw people I knew outside of my job. Which would.. entirely, ruin my mission. So staying away from these people was a must.
My target, Preston, excused himself from the game and B-lined to the elevators. There was an upper floor for arcades, the 10-ish levels of the building was primarily lockers and storage, but the rooms themselves were in the 20s. It would be vital to follow him, as anyone at this party could be an assassin trying to kill Preston.
I quickly walked past the waiters who had just come from the bar, and I helped myself to a glass of wine before chugging it, placing it next to some very drunken rich person, and I followed Preston to his elevator and went inside with him. There was a classy-looking woman with him who I assumed to be his mother now due to the generally identical features, and an unrelated [assumedly] rich friend of the family.
I caught the elevator just with a niche of time before it closed. Going up was an awkward experience as I overheard a conversation between his mother and the older man beside me, and in a way they were.. flirting? Yuck.
That's when I realized quickly I really did make a good decision. I eyed this guys belt to look for an ID, instead found a hidden handgun and a hunting knife beside each other due to his shirt being untucked probably from Preston's mother.
Ding.
The older guy laughed.
Ding.
Preston began to seem uncomfortable and made a snarky remark to his mother.
Ding.
His mother is unhappy with him and dismisses the young adult in front of me and this other guy, to probably embarrass him.
Ding.
23rd floor. I eye Preston and his mother leave, before the old man goes to go into his back pocket and follow them-
I grab his collar, choking him due to the suit being fully buttoned- pull him back and swiftly hit the close door button of the elevator. I clicked the 20th floor as he drew his handgun, he muttered something evil to me. “Hands up, spy. I got a job to do.”
I flick his handgun back, twist his arm and disarm him of the gun. Then with quick thinking, I shoot just below his kneecaps causing him to buckle onto the floor in a few measly seconds, the elevator dinging which intensely timed my quick-thinking disarming of the assassin. He thrived in pain as I pocketed his gun, watched the elevator doors open, and I booked it to the stairs after clicking the basement button of the elevator.
I ran to the stairs with a burning pound in my chest, despite me only being two floors away from the target.
Chapter 3: Runthrough
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I lightly cringed at my paranoia and latched the door shut to the elevators, the small chain would buy me a hot minute. Of course the 23rd floor was crowded due to this being the ‘rich people floor' and whatnot, but it was still hell to navigate through. That was until I saw two security guards burst through the stairways, out of breath- but they had a stern face. That alone was a red flag. Very red flags..
I ran through the different corridors as I heard a buzz in my earpiece. “Crafted? Crafted? Come in, Crafted?” The voice glitched. I clicked my tongue and whispered into my hand; “What the-? Who is this?”
The voice sighed in relief. “My name is TanqR, I'm the leading detective and respondent for the FBI. You have five assassins on the way, three assassins approaching your floor and one somewhere in an elevator-”
“I got the one in the elevator.” I quickly snapped. “Heading to the target's room now, try to keep- stalking me, I guess?” I scratched the back of my head awkwardly before knocking on the door to Preston's room in the Casino- but then I heard a blood-curdling scream, as well as gunshots. The hallway was still somehow chatty and ignored the scream.
I relapsed, went into full panic mode. I kicked in the door as I was met with a pistol pointed at me, and with sharp reflexes I barely dodged a bullet. I felt the hot air pass me as I took the back end of my now empty [and borrowed] handgun, striked the person's nose and neck, before elbowing them in the stomach and ultimately tripping this assassin. I threw the useless shell of a weapon across the room, and with a head turn, I saw the spare bedroom door opened with a crack, and I ran into it before locking the door with a slam.
I was given a few moments of silence as I knew I messed up the person's nose pretty badly- scanning the room, I saw Preston, hiding under his bed. I quickly signaled for him to get up, which he did and the banging began fast.
“What- What the hell is going on?!” He shrieked, but I put my hand over his mouth to limit his talking. “Listen kid, my names Crafted, you're being witch-hunted like crazy. You need to come with me, like, right now.”
“Is this some prank?” He scoffed in my face. The door almost knocked itself in, and that's when he panicked. I sighed loudly, grabbed a gun from my waistband and turned back to Preston.
“Gather what you need and stay the ever loving hell out of my range of fire. And I mean what you need, not the tacky-[ass] clothes.”
He scoffed again, similar to an entitled princess, but did what he was told before the door got kicked in.
I shot the now visible woman in the upper chest, and she barely responded despite lunging at me. With a confused look, I twisted my shoulders away from her and let her crash against the window, which couldn't take her weight and ultimately shattered.
I brushed off the initial shock before grabbing Preston by the arm. By now my adrenaline had kicked in and I wasn't too worried nor did I care if I necessarily was tugging or hurting Preston at this point, because it was life or death.
Bzzt. “Two coming at you from the elevators. If you have Preston, take the stairs to the locker rooms, they won't find you there.” TanqR spoke through my earpiece.
Preston looked confused that I nodded at air but decided not to question the guy that was saving his life.
I hit the shut door button faster than my dodging capabilities, and Preston just uncomfortably looked around with a borderline panicked expression. I looked at him, slightly worried, but my attention was taken when the doors to the elevator abruptly opened.
A hooded figure lunged and swiped Preston's cheek with a dagger, but it wasn't even deep enough to leave a scar per say thanks to me practically ripping them off of Preston, and.. my first headshot of today with my pistol.
Preston looked disgusted and was in the corner holding his face, now trembling. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed, right in sync with the elevator dinging down into the tens. “No time to explain. Stay on your toes.” I ordered him, and he was now getting to the point of tears- something that would overwhelm this situation for me entirely.
Luckily, the elevator miraculously made it back down and I ran/tugged Preston along before I heard loud chatter, we turned and ran the other way. The place was just filled with lockers after locker, and so I just went to a random open locker and closed ourselves in it, leaving Preston's messily made bag on the side as this locker was pretty damn massive. Probably for the people who didn't want to buy a room here, these lockers were probably cheaper.
“Can I ask what the ACTUAL FUCK is going on now?!” Preston hissed, as I fished a band-aid from my suit pocket to give to Preston. Preston took it and quickly applied it over his wound and waited impatiently for his response, and I just looked at him with a timid expression.
“Well, in simpler terms, people want to kill you and have your dad repay some stuff, etcetera etcetera..” I shrugged, but the sound of a locker slamming beside us crashed my weight into his own.
I stared at his eyes then peered outside of the locker by the three slits, and Preston was dead quiet. There was chatter- “They must've taken the stairs. We've been tricked again, damnit!” One person said.
“One spy did this to three of our assassins.. I got a bone to pick with this guy.” The second person barked. The first person nodded. “We better call K for this, because damn this guys good.”
“K?” Me and Preston whispered in unison. The two guys made a quick detour to the stairs and booked it.
I sighed a sweet relief as Preston shifted under my hands. “When can I get outta here, this dumb situation is ruining my looks..” Preston complained, I just rolled my eyes. “You're telling me you just saw your mother being murdered and you're worrying about your looks-? Y'know what, you rich people are strange.” I facepalmed in which Preston gave me a grudgeful glare.
After a few minutes of catching our breath, a buzz was heard from my headset. Preston listened with an eavesdropping type of intention, and TanqR spoke lowly. “Listen carefully. There are keys to a gray newer-modeled SUV in the locker adjacent to yours, and there are assassins crowding the main lobby. Take the elevator to the first floor but go through the kitchen emergency exit, the car should be right there.”
“That's such a bad idea, and what about my dad?-”
“Your dad is with a police officer right now. The assassins don't want to kill him, it's you primarily Preston.” I heard this and felt a bead of sweat travel down my face. One wrong move and I could kill him by accident.
“Why me, why me..” He groaned, opening the locker. I protectively darted to where i was instructed to grab the keys, and Preston lightly peered through other peoples lockers before I grabbed his arm. “Now is NOT the time to go shopping.” I yelled, as he had now picked up a random protein bar and was chowing down on it.
I internally screamed at him but kept my composure knowing I was two steps away from saving this god forsaken child of an adult.
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