LazarusBoard

With all the Mzeusian agents in position, over the course of the day, they put their plans into action.

Barracuda
The Thoonian known to the Mzeusian Secret Service as Barracuda, stepped out of a small library and onto the street. It was dark outside, and the small neighbourhood wasn't heavily populated at the best of times, let alone at the time. Barracuda paused for a moment before strolling down the street at a leisurely pace. The Mzeusian who had trailed him for a few days now was standing on the other side of the street in a narrow alleyway, away from any sources of light.

Barracuda continued, stepping around the corner. From out of the alleyway, his follower stepped, taking care not to be seen. Barracuda would head now to his house. and the agent had followed him long enough to know the way. It would be a while before Barracuda took a safe enough route for what was to be done.

The two men walked like this in the night, the occasional streetlight illuminating Barracuda's face, but no light ever shone on the man following behind. Rain began to dribble downwards, each drop slithering towards the pavement. The buildings that they passed were grey brutalist things and they crowded inwards like spectators at a fight. Or perhaps they were more like gods, watching from above the actions of those who entertained them. If that were true, they did not seem to be on the Mzeusian's side.

Barracuda turned into a street that he hadn't taken before. The agent was wary of course, but he couldn't afford to lose his quarry now. Glancing around him, he confirmed the emptiness of the streets, and dove down the same street, his dark grey coat twisting with the increased speed. With his ever so slight hesitation however, Barracuda had managed to put a surprising amount of distance between the two men. The Mzeusian hurried forth, trying and failing to remain calm. The street was narrowing around him, and by the time he came to the first dimly lit split in the route, he was breathing hard with worry. Barracuda was nowhere in sight.

The agent took a left, pushing further into the darkness, with the buildings seemingly ever taller and more imposing, staring down at him from both sides. A few more frantic twists saw him at a dead end, and by now, it was clear that the Thoonian had evaded him. He briefly considered whether the man had jumped onto the bins that were scattered around, and had used them to vault over the brick wall the Mzeusian was now facing, but something made him take one look back over his shoulder. As he did so, he spotted him. He was standing there under the still gentle rain, face obscured by the darkness. There was a pistol in his hand and there was no way of getting to it.

"Put your hands in the air," the man said, his voice calm and collected. When the Mzeusian did not move, the man repeated the order, this time with a slightly more insistent tone. "Didn't you understand me?" he growled.

The Mzeusian was fluent in the language, but he wasn't about to comply. There was a thin, carved piece of wood leaning against a wall, and the man realised that it must have been a stair railing at one point. His hand shot forward, seized the railing and hurled it at the Thoonian. Barracuda dodged the projectile coming for his head, but the Mzeusian was now crouched down behind one of the bins, with his own pistol aimed straight at the Thoonian. Before the enemy could re-aim his weapon the Mzeusian's gun spat into the night, sending both a bullet and and empty case hurtling through the night. The bullet struck the target, with an instantly fatal force, and the empty shell hit the concrete, bounced once, then twice, and then began to roll away into behind another bin.

Had the pistol not been equipped with a suppressor, it might have made things much worse for the agent, but with it's bark being as quiet as it was, the Mzeusian agent did not have to worry about any curious tenants. It was time for the man to clean up and make his escape.