Saturn stood out side of a large brick building that held the site of the first of what would be a spree of assassinations. They were itching for action and were denied it for a little bit longer the pair was looking for anything to do so they found a list of names, pictures and addresses supplied to them by the rebellion. Saturn was the first up. after a bit of posturing and light hearted smack talk about the fundamentals of assassinations. They came to the conclusion that a successful assassination was the one that left the target dead. the other points of how it was done and where and why were all considered but in the end. if the deader was dead the job was done and so Saturn was left grinning for once.

He stood on the side of a road from a rather large house. Near the street and a few car lengths from their own borrowed vehicle. He placed his hand on what he assume was one of the neighbors vehicles and waited for the mark to arrive. the front door opened and he watch as his mark exited with a pair of soldiers near by, he flung the car like a discus and by the time the three noticed the dark blue luxury vehicle sailing toward them it was too late.

He watched for a moment to see if he could pic up any more bonus points but it looked like this mark was only worth two guards and so while he picked up the maximum for this hit, he was looking forward to a name that brought him more of a show. He looked to dean. "so if I got this right, thats five for the mark and a point each for the guards?"

The porch was slowly turning a slick crimson red, and from the fact that the back of the car hovered over three sets of legs while the front of it sat in the living room, he was confident that the job was done.

"you're up next." he grinned. Lets see him beat death by car.

It was good to be free of serious business for a while. Play time was just as important to Roland as work ever was. Probably more important, actually. While the list of people they had to kill was still technically work, he was encouraged by Saturn to make it fun and challenging. So much more pleasant than waiting on someone to go to sleep and extended their rest with a bullet behind the ear. This is what he had really come to the Order for in the first place, to practice his craft under open conditions.

" Points. Sure, why not? Of course, I generally go for style, but maybe we can keep a running tab overall. I'll let you sort the numbers. We should probably head out now." Already neighbors were coming out to inspect the damage of the 'freak' accident. As the pair drove across town to the next location, Roland received a phone call. He nodded a few times and then the phone left his hand and returned to his jacket pocket. " As usual, my work usually entails improvisation and timing. It seems our next target, out of paranoia or giant ears, has decided to board a helicopter and leave the city to a more rural scene. I'm going to jump down to my next target in order, who should be walking his dog in ten minutes. These administrative types generally keep to a schedule."

Their current route took them along the seashore, small parking spaces dotting the road for vantage points or lovers. As the men came to a halt, Roland stepped out of the car with a cigarette burning, pointing out to his large companion the man walking a dog near the ocean's edge. "The phone call was from our compatriots in the Underground, letting me know my first target had deviated and taken flight. They also let me know that he was planning to fly over the ocean, so as not to draw too much attention over the city. Besides, after the bombing, I'm surprised they haven't all left." Roland took a firm draw on his cigarette, the sun's light waning out over the horizon.

After a few minutes, the thwup thwup of the helicopter came into range, its image coming into sight as it skimmed near the water's edge as closely as possible. " Throwing a car is obviously out of my abilities. So, I present to you a case of finesse and timing. Don't get me wrong though. Your way is just as effective." He certainly didn't want a vehicle hurtling in his direction anytime soon. As the craft came into range, his attention focused on its rear rotor. His eyes squinted as he strained them to focus on it. In the blink of an eye it continued to spin, but not on the tail of the helicopter. As the craft spun wildly out of control and slammed into the ocean, the rotor was moved to the general proximity of man and beast on land. Retaining its kinetic fury, it mostly eviscerated the dog walker. Roland couldn't be sure as the light was fading further. The helicopter's survivors, if there were any, would be dead from shock and frigid waters before anyone could save him. He giggled slightly, pointing to the dog running along the beach before entering the vehicle and starting it up. " Score that however you like."

~~" Points. Sure, why not? Of course, I generally go for style, but maybe we can keep a running tab overall. I'll let you sort the numbers. We should probably head out now."

“Yeah, nothing like a freak car accident to stir the ant hill.” Saturn smirked.

~~ " As usual, my work usually entails improvisation and timing. It seems our next target, out of paranoia or giant ears, has decided to board a helicopter and leave the city to a more rural scene. I'm going to jump down to my next target in order, who should be walking his dog in ten minutes. These administrative types generally keep to a schedule."

“I like improve. Its good for ya, keeps you on your toes.” The pair talked casually as they left one crime scene and heady happily to the next. Each piece was to out do the next.



~~“Throwing a car is obviously out of my abilities. So, I present to you a case of finesse and timing. Don't get me wrong though. Your way is just as effective." " Score that however you like."

“Oh my ***********.” He grinned just like the first time he saw a finishing move on mortal combat. “ That was a fricking mazing. You win. That was disgusting and so….Epic.” He leaned forward and pointed to the dog running away as fast as it could. There was still an arm attached to the leash that it was dragging behind it.

With a laugh he started like they just eged a house. “ get in the car.” They had to get away from this and so they went to an office building and waited for the next victim. Finally a group of men came out and secured an area eyes wondering over their own unremarkable vehicle. Saturn hopped out and charged the building finding his mark just inside waiting anxiously. Fear struck his face just before he fainted Saturn grabbed his chest and came out of the building ensuring that Dean could see him. He was going to use a move that they had coined as breaking the law. He took the man’s unconscious body and threw him as hard as he could toward the sky. The suit flew into the air at a speed that couldn’t be read on a radar gun. Yeah, they tried. The body disappeared into the clouds and didn’t come back down. It was newton’s law they broke. His eyes fell back to the earth and he charged the group of body guards that were still gawking at the sky. Stunned into the surreal of seeing their ward disappear into the sky.

One noticed the red beast was coming and jumped into the car slamming his door and with in moments all five were in the car and driving away at high speed. Saturn walked to the car and shrugged. “ I don’t think I am going to top the rotor death, but I’ll keep trying.”

“ That was a fricking mazing. You win. That was disgusting and so….Epic.”

As the pair hurtled down the highway, Roland couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. This kind of fun was what he had been missing in his old lives. Too much stealth and subterfuge had dulled his mind, rather than focusing it as it should have. Raw evisceration and overkill was a stimulant he could not ignore. He had another cigarette burning not too far after its brother's extinguishing. Had it been truly epic? From another perspective, sure. His personal favorite was the domino effect impalement he had set up in a coffee shop in Central Park, but each had their own measure.

The car pulled up to the curb opposite from Saturn's next target. Roland could feel the infectious excitement that this game was spawning in the two assassins. He turned and drew more luxurious smoke into his lungs, watching the scene unfold before him. Like a great red bull, the other man charged into the building, debris flying. In a moment, the smoke cleared and he was carrying his mark like a wet dishrag in his hand. What happened next was stunning. Roland even rolled down his window and stuck his head out, gawking at the sky and the lack of mark in it....anywhere.

Seeming unsatisfied, Saturn shrugged and remarked on his being behind. Roland chuckled some more as he popped the car into drive and they left. " You really don't give yourself much credit, do you? You just threw a man into lower orbit and you feel as if you missed the mark?" he laughed loudly and slapped the beast's arm reassuringly. " Your strength is unmatched. You should be stomping the doubt out of anyone who would deny your superior might. Be what you were obviously made to be. When I discovered my gift, I realized that I should be a thief. You, you should be whatever you want to be and damn anyone who tells you otherwise."

Saturn's next target was out in a rural setting, so there would be some driving time. No reason to to bring up business, mix it up a bit. " I'm heading to your target, since I got two of mine at the same time. Since we have a bit, I was wondering if I could pick your brain about Miss Faust and what the Order has in store for us. I haven't seen or heard from her since I arrived and we are running out of things to do. I imagine at some point we will make it to the camps, but how? And when? As much as I enjoy the lawlessness of this place, I look forward to getting back to the States and taking care of business."

" You really don't give yourself much credit, do you? You just threw a man into lower orbit and you feel as if you missed the mark?"

“Well, he probably died of suffocation before he even got to feel the burn of the atmosphere. And anybody can suffocate someone.” He shrugged as he took his turn at making the interior of the car bad for the lungs of whoever rented it next.

" Your strength is unmatched. You should be stomping the doubt out of anyone who would deny your superior might. Be what you were obviously made to be. When I discovered my gift, I realized that I should be a thief. You, you should be whatever you want to be and damn anyone who tells you otherwise."

“for the record there are six other guys that can do that just as well. And probably with more flair.” He raised an eyebrow as he puffed out ward. But yes I often stomp on those who oppose me because I can.” He said with a slight laugh.

" I'm heading to your target, since I got two of mine at the same time. Since we have a bit, I was wondering if I could pick your brain about Miss Faust and what the Order has in store for us. I haven't seen or heard from her since I arrived and we are running out of things to do. I imagine at some point we will make it to the camps, but how? And when? As much as I enjoy the lawlessness of this place, I look forward to getting back to the States and taking care of business."

“Sure, why not, if we already have you fighting in an other country I figure that you can handle a bit of Intel. You seem the type to like the details.” “ well, I wouldn’t be too surprised if Romanian politics has her tied up at the moment..” Or Mars for that matter. “We haven’t had the most luck with keep the underground organized. Actually, Abyss was texting me recently that his fingers itch and he is wanting to dive in sooner than later. AS far as she goes as a woman, she is strong, intelligent, clever and extremely powerful, she stepped up when no one else was, and for that she has my respect, throw in Mars as her advisor and over-protector slash advisor and you have a pretty solid and hard to touch leader. As far as the general planning goes, we are going to concentrate on a much smaller piece of NYC and establish absolute control over it, instead of being a substantial threat to most of it. I know there is going to be more trade going on, since she took a good look at what King Pharmaceuticals was capable of. I think we have some good times in store. ”

His pocket buzzed three times and Saturn shook his head. “Speak of the Devil. And further more turn around, get back to base as fast as this car can get us their, how is looking like a surprise front and when is looking a heck of a lot sooner than either of us thought.” He grinned. Assassinations were ok, War was fun.

“ Was there any particular business you had in mind?

((sorry about having us turn around, its just that We started a thread to save the camps so I thought we might want to be heading toward the action, instead of the country.feel free to pick his brain on the way back instead.)