Closed RP Corner Pocket (Pittsburgh)

[Ricochet]

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Pittsburgh- 10:41 PM​

It had been some time since he had been in the states. The increase in the costumed hero population meant these types of jobs came with a failure to complete cost that most weren't willing to pay. He had been half hoping nobody would end up paying it so he could stay the hell out of the halloween town that was vigilante culture. Every once in awhile though he got a client who shattered that dream.

The target was some former top dog in the Russian Mafia who had left his, very rich, bosses daughter at the altar to run away with a rivals daughter he had met in the US. Real Romeo and Juliet stuff. 'Story always ends the same way, you think these types would catch on.' he thought as he peered through the scope on his pool cue. He was eight buildings away. Eyes locked onto a laundromat; Suds & Things. "Shit name" he muttered under his breath.

Intel said the guy was getting cover from the Shining Light Triad. Sadly for him they weren't that good at keeping him hidden. He at his watch then shifted his scope down the street. A black car turned onto the road.

"Bingo"

He rolled a pool ball, a bright green 6, in his hand. The client had requested that number specifically. It was how many years this guy and his daughter had been together. Fingers danced across its polished surface leaving faint magical symbols in their wake. 3 accelerates and a pierce. It was the standard for this range. He gently positioned the projectile in the air and took his shooting stance. Eyes locked onto the car.
"15 seconds. 6 ball, right temple. "
His pool cue slid back and forth letting him get a feel for just how much power he would need. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. The car pulled to a stop. The front doors opened. Two men stepped out, neither were his target. One opened the door to the laundromat. The other opened the rear right passenger side door. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. The target emerged. The first guys body was in the way. Deep breath in. The pair moved around the car. CRACK The ball ripped through the air, accelerating to the speed of a bullet, ready to punch a hole clean through the right temple.

 

[Slate]

A bullet ripped through the air. It shot cleanly toward it's target, until, at the last second, it collided with something in midair. Sulphur peered through his sniper's sights, frowning. Whatever his bullet had hit had shattered. Judging by its trajectory, it was likely intended to hit his target, a former Russian mobster who Obsidian had assigned the hit on as part of their growing relations with another group. Whatever it was, it was gone now, shattered by the force of his bullet. The pieces sprayed around the target, who looked around in panic.

Well, that was going to make this hard. He quickly racked the gun, loading another bullet into the chamber of his Sako TRG M10, training the gun on the target. He was moving quickly, his guards trying to shuffle him back into the car. Lucky for Sulphur, he didn't seem to be heading their warnings, and was being quite difficult as he insisted on looking around. He wasn't going to find where the sniper was, more than twelve buildings away. Sulphur took in a breath.

In the time it took him to breathe in, he started making the calculations. He accounted for the wind, for the height and the angle, for the motion. He accounted for the bodyguards moving around in his way. And he patiently waited another three seconds, at which point he had come to the conclusion that they would have moved into the perfect angle for him to take another shot.

Hopefully whatever that object from before was had just been a fluke. If another miss occurred, this was going to end up being a chase, and that was going to be an issue. From his position, he'd be able to fire about four blocks before they got away from him in any direction with the height of the building. He let his breath out, and on the exhale Crack. He fired his second shot, aiming once again for the man's head, this time aligning right with his left eye, in what would be an instant kill shot.​