Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 93 - Set of skeleton keys, sniper rifle, and him

"Just... just like this. And y-you put your hands right h-here," he stuttered, taking my head into his hands.

"A-and right after that you leaned and kissed me," he whispered, carefully looking into my eyes for something.

Maybe he was waiting for my approval, maybe he wanted from me to do the first step. And I found myself doing exactly that. He was so close. I smelled his scent, his body was almost touching mine, his lips were almost touching mine. I was like hypnotized by him. Our lips brushed, I felt the vibration through my body, I felt my mind went dizzy, my heart going crazy.

"Is it done?"

Both of us jumped away from each other, and I tried thinking straight again. Evan quickly pulled out the walkie-talkie.

"How's this thing working, God dammit," he cursed loudly, turning it in his hands.

I did a few steps towards him, pointing on one button on the side of that thing.

"Just push it and talk," I informed him, trying to get my mind focus on the mission again, calm my heart and my thoughts.

"Not yet, I'm working on it," he said into the thing.

"Just checking your progress," Mark answered.

"I'm not a fucking amateur, Mark! And shut up, you almost ruin everything with your stupid loud voice."

"Is there any way how to turn off this thing?" Evan asked me.

"Right here," I said, pointing at another button.

"Thanks," he mumbled and put the walkie-talkie back to his jeans.

"Alright... so get down," I commanded, leaning against the wall and looking anywhere else then him.

"B-but this is hard to concentrate," he complained.

"Why?" I asked, looking at him as he lay down on the duvet with my rifle next to him.

"You're right there."

"I can walk away if you prefer loneliness," I said, successfully with no emotion at all.

"C-could you... show me how I should held this gun? P-please."

I sighed, walking towards him. I kneel down next to him, setting the gun into the best position, but after a while I gave up. This wasn't the way I should approach things. So I got up, walking a few steps to the other side of him and lay next to him. I scooted so close, taking his hands into mine. I placed his left hand under the gun, as a support, his right hand on the trigger part. It looked like I was spooning him, but I really didn't matter at all. His scent attacked my senses and I stopped thinking straight again. The only thing that mattered for me was him, and he was there. Right there.

"Look through the scope. Is there a night vision or a thermo vision on?" I whispered so close to his ear.

His body shivered and I felt his fingers gripping the gun tighter. I looked at the house. There were a few windows with the lights on, but no sign of Greg himself.

"Huh? Y-yeah... night vision?" He replied, his voice shaking.

"Sweet. All you need to do is constantly checking the windows or the door to the backyard," I said, my eyes moved from the house to our hands.

"I... I can't... I've never held a gun. I can't kill him. Why don't you kill him for me?" he whispered, his head bowing down in shame.

"Hold the gun steadily. This is act of patience, you don't need to do anything else, just wait. You can do this, Evan. I know you can."

I didn't know why I tried so hard to teach him anything, to give him the courage he needed. If I wanted, I could have killed Greg myself without him doing anything. Just like I did his first and second task. But the fact that he was here made me think otherwise.

I have to give him the confidence. Somebody he cares about, somebody he's willing to die for.

"Do this for Craig," I whispered.

His head shot up, he took a deep breath and lightly nodded. He started to focus again, and I knew he cared about Craig more then about himself.

"You have to treat the gun like your lover. Carefully and slowly at the beginning," I started whispering again, kissing his so perfectly placed neck. His body tensed again, and I smirked. The lowest moan escaped his lips, and I loved the sound of it.

"S-stop," he whispered, trying to get away from me.

"You have to trust it, give it all your body," I continue in whisper, my right hand left it's precious place and drifted upon his body.

"You have to find the sweet spot."

My hand ended on his crouch area. Once I started palming him, his body responded like I wanted him to. His body shivered, the sweetest moan escaped. In a few seconds his ass started to grind against my sensitive area.

"Delirious."

I was already hypnotized and the way he moaned my name made my world spin. I returned back to kissing his neck, loving the taste of his skin. So soft, so sweet.

"No!" He yelled and right then I heard the window breaking.

I quickly stood up and looked at the building. My blurred mind immediately started to think.

"I'm... fuck... fuck! Sorry... I-I didn't mean to. My finger... s-slipped, fuck!" I heard Evan's humiliated and disappointed voice.

Nearest cops are let's say fifteen minutes away. Still have plenty of time here. This is not a disaster. We have to avoid his neighbors, nothing serious.

"Tell Mark you have the job done," I said, quickly walking towards the bag.

"W-what?"

I pulled my mask out, putting it on. I felt so much better. The mask was part of me, hiding my appearance as well as my personality. I looked at Evan who was standing up from the ground.

"Don't worry about anything, ok? I'm sorry, you have to wait a little bit longer for the rescue, but I'm working on it. Now tell Mark that Greg is down."

I walked towards the bag, putting all the things in.

I have like thirteen minutes. I'll have to do a quick stop at my van. I can't walk to the Greg's house with my things. That would be 8 minutes left.

I fast walked away, downstairs to my van. I put the bag in there, then started to walk to the house of my victim, when I felt grip around my wrist. I looked behind to see Evan. He didn't give me any chance to react, when he stepped closer, pulling up my mask and pressed his lips against mine.

The whole world stopped existed in that exact moment, I had a feeling I stopped existing for that exact moment. He quickly pulled away.

"I'll be waiting for you," he whispered.

And I'll come.