Ruin My Shot? I'll End Your Life.

Sashi

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Target: A middle-aged man just about to leave his house. There were two kids and a wife. All three stayed at home today. The man meanwhile was leaving to make a business transaction. Wife shows displeasure in him for leaving for work when it's the weekend. He reassures her he'll be home soon.

Except that was a lie.

The truth was that his business was involved in black market dealings, and he was no stranger to the rampant corruption going on. In order to keep things afloat, the company borrowed from loan sharks. However, this man was clever and convinced the company to rip off these loan sharks.

Now they were pissed.

Objective: Kill him while he's being transported to his meeting.

Additional request: Make it look like an accident.

The chosen method was to force the car to crash by shooting out the tires. It would look like the tires popped or failed a maintenance check. The car would then spiral and result in an hopefully fatal accident. If that didn't quite work, follow up by silently executing those in the car to make it look like they died. Of course there was also the option of damaging the gas tank and causing an explosion. That'd be pretty dramatic but effective considering that the ones in the car were meta-humans that lacked powers that could help them in such a situation.

Quintessa's eyes went dark as she scoped out the area. She searched for the car. She located it fairly quickly within the traffic. A slight frown hit her face. There were just enough people here for others to possibly get caught in the crossfire. She didn't like this, but it was now or never. The woman sat inside of an abandoned building wearing a tank top and tight shorts. She held her custom made sniper rifle in the aiming position as she watched via her eyes. She wasn't that high up — only the second floor really. The teen focused entirely on her target.

After it rolled right into her sights, she fired. Risky shot, but she was not about to miss.

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Marcello Sly

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Max twisted the throttle of his motorcycle, revving the engine and picking up speed as he rounded the corner, coming into visual range of his target. He believed the man he was tailing had connections to Leander, the black market dealer he'd been tracking down. His goal was simply to tail the car and see what happened, making note of any onlookers and snapping a picture or two if he could.

Of course, it was never that easy. As he navigated through traffic, keeping himself out of the car's view, he would observe the surrounding buildings. As he scanned the buildings, a warehouse caught his eye. Something seemed off about it, and the place rubbed him the wrong way.

Max saw nothing, however, that aroused suspicion. He nearly passed the building by, assuming it safe, until the glint of a scope caught his eye. A sniper? After Max? No, how would they know he was here? He hadn't even made contact with any of Leander's thugs yet. As he looked closer, he realized just where the weapon was aimed.

Revving the throttle, he surged forwards, ducking and weaving between cars as he came closer. The civillians driving nearby began to veer away from Max, seeing the crazed biker and well, not wanting much to do with it. He kept going, making a beeline for the target's car, just about the time that Quintessa would squeeze the trigger.

The next few events would happen at very high speeds. Max would stand up before leaping from the bike, landing with one foot on the trunk of the car, and pushing off of it just as the bike struck the tail end of the car. The vehicle would swerve, just enough to throw off the shot. The driver, now spooked, put the pedal to the floor.

Now midair, Max rolled as his body sailed over the asphalt, the concrete sidewalk, and into the dirt. He would land on the, mercifully, much softer ground, rolling with the landing and coming up on his feet, dizzy but only bruised up a bit from the impact. To make sure the would-be shooter didn't attempt another shot, he conjured Forza, reaching out as the gun appeared in his hand.

He fired twice at the window the shooter was in, and while he was sure his shots would be close, he doubted they would hit their target at this range. He wasn't that good. Hopefully, he'd make his message clear enough.
 
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