Infernum Omnibus by Percival Constantine

Author:Percival Constantine [Constantine, Percival]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: conspiracy, espionage, eastern europe, professional thief, adventure, action, assassins
Publisher: Percival Constantine
Published: 2015-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

THEN

Flint’s hand was steady as he unlocked the door to the unit. A panel to the right of the door held three switches. Flint left them. He was used to working in the dark, both at his bar now and when he was an assassin.

Even in the darkness, he could tell the unit was completely empty, not a single scrap of furniture present. Flint closed the door behind him, but left it unlocked. In the event a quick escape proved necessary, he didn’t want to fumble around with the locks.

He went to the balcony and opened the bay windows. The crisp, night air felt cool on his skin. Kneeling down, he opened the case he carried with him and inside were the components of his rifle. Flint stared at it for a few moments, tracing his gloved fingers along each separate piece. His hand went inside his jacket, brushing past the revolver and gripping a small flask held in his inner pocket.

The whiskey burned as it traveled down his throat. Flint screwed the top back onto the flask and began to set up the rifle stand on the balcony floor. Each balcony was separated from the adjacent units by a slab of granite. The guard rail consisted of metal bars with narrow openings. But not so narrow that a skilled shooter couldn’t get a bullet between.

Through the scope, he located Christian’s apartment. Twelfth floor, third one on the left coming in from the east. The apartment was darkened, but he knew from the layout that the front door faced the window. Now all that’s left was to wait.

A light illuminated the unit. Flint prepared himself, hoping Lockhart did indeed plan to hit Pierce tonight. Through the scope, Flint could see Pierce hanging up his jacket and then going to his left. The layout said that was the kitchen.

Pierce came back out with a beer in hand. He moved towards the front door again, but then he jumped back. Flint focused in with the scope, saw the lock had been blow out. Pierce quickly backed into the kitchen, dropping the beer. The door kicked open and Flint felt relief.

Lockhart stood in the doorway, brandishing a shotgun. She turned towards the kitchen, raised the gun and fired again. From this angle, Flint had no view of the kitchen, but wished he did. Lockhart went inside and thus, out of his view.

“Goddammit! Where the hell are you bastards?”

He followed the scope to one of the bedroom windows but could see nothing. Going back to the balcony, he saw Pierce standing with his back to the wall, gun in hand, peering around the corner to the corridor on his right. Flint positioned the crosshairs over Pierce’s head, thumbing off the safety and his finger resting on the trigger.

“Easy does it, old man. Just be patient.”

Pierce turned from the wall and backed up, pointing his gun down the corridor. He saw the barrel of Lockhart’s shotgun extending into his view. Both of them slowly backed away from each other.

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