Azric: Future Unleashed

Blaze stands on the sidewalk gazing up at the building with the early morning rush hour at full swing. People are walking around him like he is not there. This assassination is different than anything else he has done before. This time he needs to assassinate the President of the Drax Corporation, but nobody knows who they are. Everyone has heard of the President of Drax, yet only the Executives have ever seen the face of the President. The President makes decisions every day that costs thousands of lives throughout the galaxy, most everyone wants them dead.

Finally someone got some Intel on where the President is headed and how they will get there. Blaze has been hired to make sure they do not get there. He looks out across the busy street at the hover train station. The platforms are crowded with business men and woman from all over the galaxy getting off the trains from their respective planetary ships.  His target is going to be somewhere on the platforms and he needs a bird’s eye view to find them. He looks back up at the building towering above him, calling him to take the shot.  

He walks over to the revolving doors to his left and joins the crowd entering the building. He pulls his long duster in behind him, just sneaking it past the sealing door.  The lobby of the building is open, with high ceilings and large pillars reaching to the top. Chandeliers litter the lobby with light bouncing off the marble floor. He walks towards the stairs, his heavy boots echoing with every step in the large lobby.

He reaches the door with a sign next to it: “For safety of our workers, this door is locked and must be opened by security.” He looks over to the large desk by reception and sees the overweight and under paid security guards behind their desk only paying attention to those in front of them. Blaze smiles at the sight before him and twitches his arm a little. This movement activates the small cache attached to his left forearm bringing out his tools.

The scanner on the left is asking for a finger print scan to gain access. He selects a small bottle of silicon spray from his tool set. Pressing down on the bottle, he creates a fine mist that clings to the dust and grease from the last set of fingers to touch the pad. The pad beeps a few times and he hears a small click at the door.  He looks around before opening the door to the stairway. No eyes are upon him. He quickly slides through the door easing it shut behind him.

He glances up the stairs seeing all seventeen flights twisting around and around. His eyes move to his watch. Five minutes before the hover train gets here, he thinks to himself. He stomps his right foot twice and jumps up to the first landing. The heels of his boots activate for jump assist, helping him make short work of the stairs.

The door to the roof is unlocked and he makes his way outside. The early morning sun hinders his vision slightly as it rises from the west. He makes his way to the west side of the building that overlooks the hover train platforms. His eyes return to his wrist. Two minutes to arrival, he thinks, taking his time to prepare the shot.

He opens up the right side of his duster and removes a small laser pistol with a scope and a thick barrel from its holster. He inspects the pistol making sure everything is in check including the energy cartridge, even though he did this all before. He presses the red button on the side of it causing it to transform. The barrel extends out like a baton, the handle folds up and extends creating the stock for his shoulder and the scope stays the same.

He sets up on the edge of the building using the small wall as his rest. The hover train is approaching fast from the north and begins to slow down as it approaches the platforms. He cracks his neck adjusting it right and left getting ready. He places the gun on the small wall and reads over the paper with the description of the President one more time. “President will be wearing a simple brown hoodie with the hood pulled up and escorted by men in cheap suits.” He folds the paper up, placing it back into his pocket and peers into the scope.

Passengers are exiting the hover train in large masses. He scans everyone that he sees quickly looking for the hoodie. He catches a small glimpse of the brown hoodie as it disappears behind a sign; a cheap suit follows. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, allowing his heart rate to drop even lower, giving him a steadier shot. He waits for the hoodie to come out on the other side of the sign.

Suddenly they appear from behind the sign and he knows it is them. The cheap suits are doing a great job of protecting the brown hoodie because he cannot get a clean shot without taking one of the suits first. The rifle is only able to get off one shot with a full energy cartridge before the three second recharge. He has to wait for a clear shot.

The brown hoodie is walking between the cheap suits when they suddenly stop. The brown hoodie turns and looks directly at Blaze up on the roof. The President removes the hood from her head. He can read her lips say, “Take the shot.” He blinks making sure he is truly seeing what he is seeing and looks again at the President down on the platform. He cannot believe what he is seeing.

“Mom?”