TARGET [Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction]

Chapter 7 : Double Trouble

"We're here", the driver announced, as the car swung into the road of the restaurant. At first Tina couldn't see anything apart from the tall hedges behind a high fence, but the car soon pulled up in front of the restaurant, and she gasped. This had to be the poshest restaurant Tina had ever been too, and even though she hadn't been back since her mother died, the building exterior still looked exactly the same, and sent a shiver down her spine. Opening the door for her, Charlie, her driver, took Tina's hand and escorted her inside, as she continued to look around awestruck, feeling as if she'd gone back in time. The old chandeliers hung down from the dark wooden ceilings with the old red draped curtains swagged over the doorways. Everything was just how Tina remembered it.

"Just go straight in", Luke said to Tom as they finally pulled up outside the restaurant, parking alongside another car which had also just pulled up, their occupant being escorted inside. "Aren't you coming?", Tom asked a bit hesitantly as he took off his seatbelt, casting a puzzled look at his friend. "I need to, erm, p-park the car", Luke rambled quickly, averting his gaze. Tom sighed, before resting his hand on his friends shoulder. Even Luke didn't want to go in. That made two of them. "Look, the sooner this meeting is done, the sooner we can just both go home. Besides, one more meeting won't kill us", Tom chuckled. Luke just rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat. "Fine, but you're buying me a drink", Luke concluded as he got out of the car, coming around to open Tom's door as he stepped out. "Okay, fine. Wait that's two drinks I owe you now. Aren't you driving?", Tom realised as he walked with Luke into the restaurant, watching his car keys being passed onto one of the doormen. "Wait here please", a waiter said to them as they entered into the restaurant lobby. "Nice place", Tom noted quietly as he too couldn't help but look up at the chandeliers along with a few of the other guests who were also waiting inside. 

"This way please", a gentleman with swept back brown hair said a little loudly, bringing Tom's attention back down to earth as he turned around to look. Just as Tom was about to follow the man, Luke gently put his hand on his shoulder and stopped him. "Not you Tom", he chuckled, as Tom looked at him confused. He looked back towards the man, who Tom now saw was escorting a young lady in a blue dress through to her table, who looked like she'd just come out of a daze too. "Mr Hiddleston", a waiter announced, making Tom grimace as he felt all eyes swoop onto him as another waiter came over. All he could do was nod and follow the waiter as he tried to avoid the gaze of the other customers who'd started whispering. Well, there goes my cover, he thought as he followed on with Luke in tow. If only he could avoid the public eye, just for once, then he could have some peace.

[3rd Person POV]

I watch my target as they are escorted inside the building of the restaurant. By now I've already set up my sniper to get the best coverage of all the windows, but even so, right now I have the perfect shot. I place my eye on the sight and line up the cross hairs onto their head with my finger gently resting on the trigger. I could take this shot, right now, whilst they are just standing there, waiting. I'm half inclined to. They would never know what hit them, as they'd be dead anyway.

I see their attention is now taken away from them admiring the inside of the restaurant. Their waiter has arrive. I know I only have seconds left to take the shot. Despite the situation, I can barely feel my heart beating, not hear myself breathing. I'm unusually calm. But then most killers always are when they commit the crime. It's the time lapse of waiting for the next kill which sets them nervously on edge. My lip twitches into a familiar grin as I slowly increase the pressure of my finger on the trigger. I have my target within my sights as I track them as they begin to walk away. I can see them where ever they go inside there, so it's only a matter of time before I find the perfect moment. I let my trigger finger ease a little. I have to remind myself, I only have one bullet, so only one shot. I better make it count. I chuckle a bit to myself as I relax. I'll let them have their last meal first.