Seattle WA, May 27, 2003
Two figures, both dressed entirely in black, moved stealthily through the shadows towards the warehouse. It was nearing midnight and the only light they had was from nearby streetlights. Each of them carried a gun slung over their shoulders. In their pockets were silencers to be used with the guns, and enough bullets to shoot twice as many people as they were planning on. They were not expecting to have to make a return trip.
"They're inside. That's where they've been hanging out since before I caught up with them." Shelby whispered to her brother, keeping her voice as low and quiet as possible. "You still have time to back out if you want..."
Stephen shook his head. "No. You want to be sure this ends tonight so you can go back to Questa. With the two of us, it'll be easier."
"Thank you. C'mon."
Shelby led the way around to the trees on the far end of the warehouse and started to climb. She motioned to another tree and Stephen nodded, following her lead and climbing up it. There were windows on what would be the second floor of the warehouse and light was filtering softly out from them. That's where the men were. As they made their way up the trees, Stephen looked up at the windows and suddenly froze. Seeing him stop, Shelby looked at him questioningly. He pointed to the windows. Shelby looked where he was pointing and saw that the windows were open. She rolled her eyes and nodded, as if she expected that and then put her finger to her lips. Stephen nodded back and they kept climbing, slower, so they would make less noise. They had been working on and perfecting their plan for a week. They weren't going to screw it up so late in the game.
It took only a matter of a few minutes before the siblings were positioned in the trees, well-hidden from view in spite of the lights inside the warehouse.
To Shelby, who had seen the five men previously, it was no shock or surprise that two of them looked very much like Questa, only quite a bit older. Stephen, who knew from what he was told by both Questa and Shelby, knew that the older of the two men was Chandler, Questa's father. The other was Percival, or Percy, who was Questa's older-by-fifteen-years brother. Even armed with the information, Stephen still did a double take when he saw the two men. They looked stern, hard and cold. Stephen shuddered inwardly. 'No wonder Questa could never stand up to them...I don't think I would've been able to either, if I'd been in his shoes. They look meaner than Dad ever did!'
With Chandler and Percy were their three long-time companions. They had always worn masks when attacking Questa, so even he had no clear idea who they really were. Currently they were mask-less, and Shelby found herself studying them, not so she could describe them to Questa when she finally returned to New Orleans, but just for her own information. She wanted to know, even though she supposed Questa never would.
All three of them were tall and well-built. Each had dark hair of varying lengths, and rather Satanic expressions. Shelby knew that some people thought Questa, Gris-Gris and Fifolet looked Satanic at times, epecially when they were angry about something, but in Shelby's opinion, these three nameless former assassins were much worse. 'I'm biased, though...I hate these five men with a passion because of what they spent years doing to Questa. Anyone who can abuse another human being in that way and actually get pleasure out of it deserves to die.'
For several long moments, the two sat in the trees, their guns ready in their hands. They had clicked the silencers in place and loaded the guns as quietly as they could, and had been fortunate enough to not draw the attention of the five men they were targeting.
They were oddly calm and collected for two people about to end the lives of five men, but they had rationalized it long before. Shelby had known before she even left New Orleans what she intended to do, and she knew her brother supported her fully. Now that they were there, the two of them had one objective and there was no going back. They were there to kill five monsters and end the decades of torment and abuse suffered at the hands of those monsters.
As they sat there, they caught snippets of the conversation being held by the five men, but the conversation wasn't about anything important enough to catch their attention. They were merely waiting until all five men were in plain sight of the windows. They had to be quick and effective, and could not waste bullets on empty space. They didn't have time to make mistakes.
Finally, all five former assassins were in view, standing close enough to each other that both Shelby and Stephen had good shots at them. The men were looking at a map on a table, and had positioned themselves strategically perfect for the siblings to strike. Stephen looked at Shelby, as always following her lead. This was her mission, after all. She nodded and they raised their guns simulaneously. Silently, and with remarkable precision, they fired their guns. Only then did Stephen start to feel nervous, but it was over too quickly for him to pay much attention.
One by one in rapid succession the five men fell to the floor, each hit by at least one well-placed bullet in the chest. Not a single one of them had known what was coming and they were given no time to react or retaliate. Shelby and Stephen waited and watched for two minutes, but none of the men were breathing. Dark pools of blood created massive puddles that seeped out from under the five lifeless bodies.
"It's over." Shelby said, her voice shaking slightly. "It's finally over."