Spider: The First Assignment

Part 1: Assassination in the West End

-London, 2055-

It was a dark winter night in the largest city in Europe. The clouds were so thick they obscured the moon, the only light this part of the city received was from the skyscrapers further down the Thames. Crowds gathered to the West End to watch the world famous musical "Nikocado: the musical". Among the crowds was a man dressed in a black tuxedo with black leather gloves. He walked up to the booth outside the theatre.

"One ticket to Nikocado, please." He said.

The cashier looked up at him.

"Sorry m8, tickets have been completely sold out." The cashier responded.

The man unbuttoned his tuxedo and pulled out his Ridge wallet.

"How about I give you 2000 Dogecoin and you just let me in." The man replied.

The cashier smiled.

"Certainly. Enjoy the show, sir." He replied.

The man walked in to the theatre, looking around for a place to sit. Then he saw it, a free space behind an old black man with glasses, also in a tuxedo. The man walked over and sat down. The black man tilted his head back.

"It's about time you arrived." He said. "As my bodyguard I expect you to be here before me."

The man leaned forward.

"Bodyguard, Mr Danvers?" He asked.

Danvers paused before saying.

"Yes, Mr Kill. You are my bodyguard, there's no need to be subtle here, I know it's you." He stated.

The man passed him a bloody business card. On it read 'Mr Kill'.

"You see Mr Kill has been, well. Killed." The man replied.

Danvers gulped. Sweat beginning to trickle down his forehead. His hands shaking furiously like Michael J. Fox whenever he's holding something.

"So you're h-here to kill me then?" Danvers asked.

"Yes." Replied the man, pulling out his pistol, the Walther P300 and pressing it against the back of Danvers chair.

"Whatever they're paying you, I'll double it!" Danvers whispered frantically. Fearing for his life.

The man pressed a button on the side of his pistol, activating the inbuilt suppressor.

"Too late, I'm afraid. Besides. This is personal." Stated the man.

Danvers put his head down, accepting his fate.

"Very well, might I at least know the name of my killer?" Danvers asked.

"Spider." The man replied. Before shooting Danvers, the bullet passing through the chair into his back, killing him instantly.

Spider quickly put the gun back in his suit and got up to leave the theatre. As he walked out the cashier saw him.

"Leaving so soon?" He asked.

Spider looked at him.

"Yeah, for some reason, a grown arse man eating a shit ton of food and shitting himself isn't very entertaining." Spider replied.

"Based." The Cashier replied.