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"Target's in sight." 66 spoke into his cellphone as he crouched on top of the building, looking through the binoculars.
"You're at the 4km range 66, take him out."
66 put the phone in his pocket, straightening out his tie as he put down the suitcase, unfolding the weapon and standing it out the window of the building. He attached the scope, glad he was wearing his leather gloves as he looked through it. The client wanted the job to be public - he just needed to wait for the mayor to exit the limo so he could get a clear shot and not leave a trace. He never failed my missions. He loaded the weapon, pointing it at the mayor's head and waiting.
While this was happening, Dean Winchester was walking down the street as he saw the limo pull up to the sidewalk. He stopped to watch the mayor exit the vehicle; many security men rushing to his sides.
"Move.." 66 whispered, seeing the security blocking his shot. He sighed - pulling the trigger once to clear the man out of the way as his body fell hard, everything breaking out in chaos as he took the second shot at the mayor. He cursed when he hit the Mayor's shoulder blade, swarms of people adding to his cover.
Dean first heard the sound of a sniper rifle with a silencer on it, then he saw a bodyguard fall to the ground. He stood there in shock as the mayor fell next. He immediately looked to where the noise of the gun came from. He saw a shadowed figure along the rooftop of the hotel across the street. He looked at the crowd around the mayor and made a split-second decision, running across the street to enter the building.
On the top of the building, 66 was swiftly packing up his gun. He ran on auto-pilot as he swung his case over his shoulder and set a C4 bomb on the top of the building. He had three minutes to clear the area. No problem for a trained expert like him. 66 was the top of his class, maybe even the top of the entire organisation. Well, except for Michael. Not that he cared. He got his job done and he now had to leave. He started down the stairs back into the building at a quick pace, not caring what happened to all the people in the building.
Dean was jumping up steps, two at a time, hoping to catch the person who tried to kill the mayor. He heard the sound of someone else in the stairwell and quickened his pace. When he reached the next platform, he saw the cloaked man. He tackled him to the ground, holding his forearm against the throat of the mysterious man.
"Who the hell are you?!?" Dean demanded loudly, fire raging through his eyes and adrenaline pumping through his body. He was looking down to a man with a blank expression on his face.
The man under him silently slipped a syringe out of his sleeve and injected the sedative right below Dean's hairline. "66." He answered. His deep voice reverberating throughout the stairwell.
Dean groaned has the needle broke his skin; his body already starting to slow down. He received a blow to the chest from the man below him, knocking him over. He could see black tainting his eyesight as the mystery man started running down the steps again with a swish of his trench coat. Dean pushed himself up with great difficulty. This wasn't the first time he had been drugged. He trudged down the steps at a slower pace than what he would've liked but it worked for now. He stumbled as he went but always managed to catch himself.
By the time Dean got down to the lobby, the man was no longer in sight. He worked his way outside just as the building exploded. It made him stumble more but he wasn't knocked down.
The man swiftly walked down the sidewalks, crumbling the burner phone in his hands and then disposed of it in a nearby trashcan. He looked back at the building as it exploded.
Dean caught a glimpse of the man's head as started walking on the sidewalk. They were even more congested than before from people running around in a panic to the policemen and firefighters trying to put out the fire from the hotel. He shoved his way through the crowd, throwing an apology here and there.
A policeman stopped 66 on the street corner.
"Sire, are you alright?"
66 put on his acting skills, perfectly playing the role of white collared man in distress. " Yes - yes, I-I was just going to drop off some mail for a friend, I'm quite alright."
The man assured him that it would be all right and sent 66 on his way. With his face going back to emotionless and a roll of the eyes, 66 started on his journey again.
As Dean went by the same officer, the man stopped him in his path.
"Sir? What happened? Are you hurt?"
Dean nodded, looking around. "I'm peachy." He grumbled out. "Have you seen a man in a trench coat walk by?"
The officer nodded. "yeah I just talked to him, he was pretty shaken up about this. Do you know what happened?"
Dean growled lowly. "Dammit..." He started running off down the street.
"Sir?! Sir!! I need you to come back!"
He ignored the officer and scanned the streets again for a mix of tan clothes and raven hair. He caught a glimpse of the man turning the corner. Dean turned down the same corner when he reached it.
The man turned another corner and made a few loops around corners, heading back to the hotel his supervisor paid for him to regroup. He needed to wash up before he could head back to headquarters and was sent on his next mission. Every week was like this. Get mission, go to location, kill target, wash up, maybe kill a few other people, head back to base, get a new mission, repeat. It had been like this for years.
As the man got lost in his own thoughts of his next mission, Dean had the chance to walk silently behind him. He waited a few minutes before tackling the man and pinning him to the wall.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean's voice gravely and demanding.
66 sighed and pulled his 9mm pistol out of his trench coat and pressed it against Dean's stomach. "I'd think twice about holding me down."
Dean huffed quietly and pressed his elbow harder against the other's throat. "Just answer the damn question."
The man rolled his eyes and cocked his gun, his face still void of emotion. "I suggest you let me go before I blow your guts all over this alleyway." His voice reverberating against the walls, even lower than Dean's.
Dean heard the gun be cocked and hid his fright. He showed no emotion except the demanding look on his face. "You owe me your name before you kill me."
"66." The man answered boringly.
Dean let the name run through his mind. "What kind of name is 66?"
He dug the barrel more into Dean's abs. "Remove your arm before I break it." With his free hand, he grabbed the wrist of the arm that was on his neck. He held it tightly, squeezing tighter to show that he could crush Dean with no problem.
Dean held in the hiss he wanted to let out at the piercing pain in his wrist. "Move the gun and I'll let you go." He said firmly and harshly.
"You'll let me go whenever I tell you to, because I will shoot you if you don't." He stated robotically, sighing how he knew this was going to take a while because he couldn't kill this man. Every inch of his body was screaming at him to kill him and get on with his job but there was that small part of him that was telling him not to. He didn't even know he had any humanity anymore. He didn't even know what humanity was anymore.
'66....' Dean ran that name through his head, it was more of a label instead of a name. He was brought out of his thoughts with a squeak of discomfort and the sudden sharp pain in his wrist. The man was twisting Dean's arm away from his neck.
"And that name is mine, Dean Winchester." He showed Dean his wallet which was in the same hand as the gun. "You need a wallet chain."
Dean pushed against the other man's arm and used his other hand to bring a strong right hook square in his face. There was the sound of a quiet snap that could've been either 66's nose or Dean's hand.
66 didn't react as Dean punched him. He felt a few drops of blood dripping down his face but not much. He brought his gun to the right of Dean's face, aiming for the wall behind him, planning to stun the other man.
Dean didn't flinch as the shot was fire into the wall next to him. It only made him press harder against 66's throat.
The other brought his knee up and kicked Dean down onto the ground. He landed awkwardly on his shoulder, groaning as pain shot up his arm and shoulder. The man spun his gun back into his coat pocket and grabbed a syringe launcher loaded with a strong sedative. He cracked his knuckles and launched it into Dean's bicep. "Oh Dean Winchester, what an idiot you are." He muttered tossing Dean's wallet back to him.
Dean looked up at the man, black growing around his eyesight again, but this time he knew he wouldn't be able to fight it; it was too strong. "Again... Really?" He grumbled out before lunging forward to grab the collar of the trench coat. "I will... do whatever.. the fuck.. I.. want...." He groaned out before slumping over on himself.
"Yes, apparently you do.." 66 murmured, sighing as he picked Dean up and slung him over his shoulders. He loosened his tie and ruffled his hair as he hailed a cab. He slid into the backseat, pushing Dean in and buckling him in. "One too many beers for this guy." He said with a touch of humour to his words. The driver cracked a small smile and asked for a place to go. 66 rattled off his hotel and slumped back into the seat, looking over at the passed out Dean. He rolled his eyes and turned his head to look out the window, occasionally the flashing lights of a police car would speed by, illuminating his face through the window.