by Amorphous on Tue Nov 20, 2007 9:37 pm
Monday, 11pm(ish), possibly.
Arming himself for the night, Tintin gave himself one last critical look in the mirror and tried to psychologically prepare himself for the night ahead. The mission instructions he'd received at noon had included one very familiar name, and while to take the life of a friend would be regrettable... well, if it had to be done, it had to be done.
His mind settled, Tintin performed one last ammunition check and then set out for Aikman's Bar and Bistro, currently one of the finalists for the coveted "Slightly Less Dangerous Drinking-Hole Than 'The Whey Pat' " pub award.
After a short time and some walking, Tintin had managed to establish a good lurking spot in which to wait for his target, Winstanley. Minutes passed. He tensed as a taxi drew up to the entrance of the pub and dropped off the fare who walked into Aikman's - a known associate of Winstanley, and all the more reason to believe that the man himself would turn up tonight.
Minutes more passed, and Tintin stamped his feet in the cold to offset frostbite. Casting a look up and down Bell Street, he stopped stamping when he spied a very familiar hat bopping along the road towards Aikman's. While it was unlikely that a hat such as this would belong to anyone else in St Andrews, the life and job of an assassin required care and precision in the execution of all things, especially when those things were people.
Readying his gun, Tintin started to run across the road. "WINSTANLEY!" he shouted at the top of his voice.
Instantly Winstanley ducked to a crouch, readying his blade as the first shot from Tintin sailed harmlessly over his head. Noticing the knife, Tintin abandoned the gunfire approached and reached for his own dagger quickly before lunging forward wildly. Winstanley's quick reflexes allowed him to duck and roll just in time, after which the two assassins began circling each other, trying to search for weaknesses while at the same time defending their own.
As they circled, Tintin felt his foot touch metal on the pavement and glanced down hurriedly - his earlier discarded gun. Unfortunately Winstanley had noticed the same thing and started sprinting away as Tintin seized the weapon, ducking into the doorway of Aikman's just as Tintin had finished reloading. As Tintin approached he could hear Winstanley appealing for help from all who would listen, eventually enlisting a nearby girl who attempted to advocate peace.
"Stop that! Come inside and have a pint," she suggested to Tintin as he fired in Winstanley's direction.
Tintin paused. The offer was tempting, and he thought hard about it for a good ten seconds before realising that Winstanley had seized the opportunity to run away. Charging down the steps and back onto Bell Street, Tintin immediately ducked for cover and then, when he thought it safe, took the time to glance around the street. Silhouetted by streetlights, Winstanley's shape lurked at the Market Street end of the road. Tintin slowly turned and walked in the other direction, trying to remain unnoticeable and keeping an ear out for following footsteps - there, in the distance, definitely following but not quickening in pace. Perhaps Winstanley didn't realise his target was in plain view.
Tintin turned left onto South Street and lurked there, feigning interest in a nearby shop and keeping a wary eye out for threats. Soon enough Winstanley followed, appearing at the other side of the junction and casting a suspicious look around.
Tintin drew his gun and ran towards his target, startling Winstanley into running back towards Bell Street, causing pedestrians to scatter left and right as the two assassins ran down the length of the road and left out the other end towards the Mansefield building where Winstanley took shelter behind a nearby bus stop. Tintin saw his opportunity and fired, surprising everyone with the discovery that bus shelters are apparently made of bullet-proof glass. Time for the back-up plan then; drawing his knife, he quickly ducked around the side of the obstacle and struck out at Winstanley, finding his target in his opponent's lower back while Winstanley drove his own knife well and truly into Tintin's side.
Reeling from the pain and shock simultaneously, they each staggered back to supporting scenery and glared at each other levelly, neither of them willing to make any unnecessary movements for fear of the pain it would cause.
For a minute all that could be heard was heavy panting, and then Winstanley spoke. "We’ll finish this later," he announced sinisterly, walking backwards towards the relative safety of Bell Street and Aikman's Bar. Tintin watched him until he was gone and, once certain that there were no nasty surprises awaiting him around the corner, made his way home, wincing.
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If Jack Bauer was put in a room with Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler and Nina Myers and handed a gun with two bullets, he'd shoot Nina twice.
If Jack Bauer was put in a room with Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler and Nina Myers and handed a gun with two bullets, he'd shoot Nina twice.