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This was it. The day that their planning and practice will absolutely work in their favor this time, and to make their boss, Philza Craft proud of them all.
“You ready?” Tubbo’s voice crackled from Tommy’s earpiece, a reminder that he’s doing it all by himself even if Phil gave them all the contract. Well, Ranboo is also there but that’s besides the point!
The enderman hybrid is only accompanying him in real time instead of watching from the comforts of their shoddy old apartment that can somehow fit 4 people, unlike some people who bailed because they don't wanna get spotted on the roof of a damn cooperation building.
“Ready as I’ll ever be, give me a countdown, Tubs.”
“This is by far the most ambitious hit we have ever accepted from the Crowfather,” another voice spoke up.
“Well, we have to make do with whatever we have. If we manage to ace this, imagine the money dadza would give us!” Ranboo gave him the sniper holder, cranking it up to a comfortable height for Tommy to aim and shoot. “Should be a quick hit and run!”
They nodded, surveying the area through the binoculars.
6 to 8 bodyguards, 4 police cars, and a shit ton of press that are eager to interview the 2024 president candidate. And his loyal republican supporters, of course…
Oh, this would definitely make history if they were able to kill him.
Ranboo looked to his left to see that Tommy was already aiming for ex-president Trump’s heart, slowly beads of sweat were forming around his forehead.
“Fuck me…”
They snorted at his nervousness, “Do you want me to like, shoot him?”
“Nah, I’m just really nervous,”
“Just tell me if you can't do it.”
Tommy gave them a sharp nod, focusing to get himself back into trance, at least just to stop the shakiness his arms were doing. “Tubs?”
“On the count of 5, Toms.”
And this was where it all ends, the poverty, the high prices, the shit Trump has put them through. Tommy swears that when he’s done he will live free without any contracts looming in the background, no more having to worry about his life because everyone’s out to get him. Nope! Not at all!
“5.”
Target locked.
“4.”
Seriously, this old man was talking and promising so much shit that it all became fantastical.
“3.”
Can Tubbo hurry up already?
“2.”
The longest seconds of his life.
“1.”
Fuck, he’s not sure he can do this, maybe he should tell Ranboo to shoot the guy instead of him.
“Now!”
Startled by the way his earpiece transmitted the goat hybrid’s voice, Tommy pulled the trigger as his focus was broken. As a result the bullet that was supposed to pierce through Donald Trump’s heart only grazed a chunk of his right ear, blood splattering onto his cheeks.
Both Ranboo and Tommy looked at the podium in silence, the bodyguards that were standing around now frantically covering the man from any threats. The loud shout of his end statement went deaf for their ears.
“Tom? Ran?” Tubbo called out, hearing the buzzing from their respective earpieces. “Is everything alright?”
It was only a second later that Ranboo’s neck snapped towards the blonde demon, their eyes bulging out of its socket. “You missed?” Ranboo yelled at him, looking back down towards the podium that Donald Trump was doing a speech on, the man being ushered back to his car by his agents.
The demon hybrid merely let out a nervous laughter looking at his friend. "Oops...?”
Tubbo and Purpled immediately exploded into question, Tommy cringing at their defending voices.
“Okay, we have to run!”
“Then help me pack up, will ya you twat!” their equipment were shoved into the bags without a care whatsoever, parts of the rifle jutting out, the zipper was just touching the handle of the rifle.
“Tommy, what the hell happened?” Purpled demanded, looking at the screen of his computer.
“Not right now!” he hissed, grabbing at Ranboo’s hand and jumping off of the roof to another. “Boo, do you think you can teleport?”
“N-no! I don't wanna risk us getting seen!”
“I think if we run we’ll get killed!” police cars were already searching the area for any suspicious activities, worse they were close to the building they’re on. “Ranboo, just tp us!”
When Tommy blinked, he was back in his room. Safe and sound. Though not from the others ire as Tubbo and Purpled ran to his room.
“What the hell?”
“L-look, I can explain!”
Purpled only shook his head, “Then explain!”
The youngest scrambled for words, glancing around at his room, trying to get Ranboo’s attention to help him out but to no avail it was clear that his second in command—Ranboo, of course—is also pissed.
So, he did what he had to do, he pulled out the puppy eyes and explained what happened in the most wet cat energy he could summon up front at that very moment. “I just, the noises startle me and I lose my focus… you know the rest…” a noise of irritation went around the room and Tommy couldn't help but to smile sheepishly.
Ranboo looked at them all, the cogs turning in his head while he thought of a way out of this mess. “How are we going to tell, Phil?”
“Well I think I can speak for me and Tubbo, that we are not telling him about it.”
“Nope!” the goat hybrid reaffirmed.
“Aww guys…”
Tubbo let out a sigh, walking towards his best friend with a solemn expression on his face. “Look, I’m not trying to be harsh but this is your fault, Toms.” at the very least, the boy had the decency to look ashamed of his actions. “Whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to tell Phil alone.”
“I would suggest Ranboo because he was also there, but technically he only scoped out the area and let Toms deal with the rest.”
“Hey, don't pull me into this!”
“I’m not trying to, Ran,” Purpled patted their back, he turned to Tubbo and nodded at him. “Let’s just sleep for now, we’ll think of ways to help Toms about telling Crowfather that he failed.”
A ping that came from Tommy's phone grabbed their attention. The boy pulled it out of his pocket to read the notification. “Umm, I don't think we need to…”
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Crowfather
Mind telling me what happened with the contract?
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Cyberknife
Oh, this is not looking out good for Tommy
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