Antecedent Nights

[Miss Blonde]

Two Years Ago

President Peter Ross The face of the New Antecedent System Authority. The local government leader of the city planet of Antecedent. The once crime ridden capital of the Red Ravens now a thriving metropolis of industry and law. Or at least that's what it looked like on the outside. The core of the planet was still as rotten as ever, and pulling the strings of the president was none other than Miss Blonde. A crime lord who had her fingers in almost everything crime related across the galaxy.

But to people like Mister White, they weren't aware of the syndicate's presence on the planet. And they certainly weren't aware of how deep things ran around here in terms of who held the keys to the kingdom. However this didn't change the fact that a hit was put out on Peter from one of his old rivals, and by rival we really meant a spurned ex lover who wanted to see the man dead no matter who he was these days.

So at the Dragon Palace Casino the President was set to deliver a speech, play a few games, and socialize with a few of the casino owners this planet had to offer. At this crowded party it was the perfect place to strike, with relatively relaxed security since the "criminals" had been driven out, the location was great to get a few shots off and flew into the crowd after the kill had been confirmed.

However there was something unseen to the assassin, a presence that had yet to be known. Miss Blonde would watch from her sky booth and ensure that her puppet politician made it out alive.

[member="Mr. White"]

 

[Mr. White]

As Ross was having fun gambling with some of his more wealthy supporters, Damien Mercer sat across the room from him in a booth with a couple of expensive call girls. In front of him was some alcoholic beverage or other, the shimmering liquid coupled with the flashing lights of the casino giving him quite the headache. Still, he discreetly kept his eye on the prize. In between sips of his drink he would quickly glance over at Ross, noting small little quirks others would have not.​

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Mercer was hired by man about Peter's age. Apparently an ex-lover that hadn't gotten over an affair some time ago. Damien wasn't one for the details, as long as he was getting paid. Either way, he was getting a decent sum of money to take out the President (plus casino expenses, of course). Maybe after this job he'd buy himself a luxury hovercar. He'd had his eye on a custom one for a while, just over a couple million credits. If he managed to nail this guy he'd be able to buy whatever car he wanted.​

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He noticed a slight change in the man's body language. He sort of swayed from side to side and began looking a bit uncomfortable. He'd throw an occasional glance towards the bathroom, nearly causing Damien to smirk. "Excuse me, ladies." He would get out of his seat and head for the bathroom. This would give him a bit of time to prepare before his prey stalked into the trap.​

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[member="Miss Blonde"]​