Follow the Leader...

June 26, 2009 - Posted by Mr. Peter Stevens at 1:03 PM

Kill Leaders

The River Rats (7)

Kill Leaders KIA: Agent Orange (4) KED (4) Just2Sluts (4)

I showed you an example of how killing is supposed to be done yesterday.

And you listened.

*Seven* kills yesterday.

That is impressive, especially when you consider that we are in the final days of the tournament.

Your kills from yesterday:

Agent Orange (4) cock blocked Black Mumba of Smith and Wesson(3) making him wet in the process and destroying any chance he might have had at getting digits.

The Rabbinate (2) combed the West Village in a late night check in. Rabbi Baruch Goldstein ended The Alliance's (2) dryness by spitting up on The Mangler.

All good things must come to an end. After 10 days of stalking, planning, and a neutralization, Urban Guerrilla (3) finally retires the real Agent Orange (4).

The last two kills of the day didn't come from players.

They come from the Rogues..

Phire schooled Agent Skidmark (2) in assassination 101. Amazingly Phire did not wet half of the East Coast in the process.

A secret group of Rogue Assassins (2) led by the infamous 32 killed The AsianAssassin (2) as he was returning home from a manicure/pedicure. Delightful!

Tomorrow I will have a very special annoucement for you all. I hope your not busy Sunday. And if you are, change your plans. You won't want to miss what's coming.

Here are your kill stories:

The Rabbinate (2) combed the West Village in a late night check in. Rabbi Baruch Goldstein ended The Alliance's (2) dryness by spitting up on The Mangler.

*********BREAKING JEW NEWS*****************

Jews take a lesson from darkest Africa and circumcise 2 females: Yellow Bear and The Mangler aka The Alliance.

Staten Island took down all yellow ribbons today as the last home grown 2 water warriors got eliminated by Rabbi Baruch Goldstein and Rabbi Meyer Kahane aka The Rabbinate.

Mr. Stevens and the glorious Supreme were kind enough to punish The Alliance with a check-in for skipping town without informing the Shadow Government and forcing us to spend endless mornings casing a vacant home over an hour out of the city, suffering a car accident and nearly being beaten to death by a militant lesbian who was shot by mistake in the fruitless hunt...

THE RULES:

West Village, nearly 10 square blocks to cover, where could they be? It's a big area and so we enlisted the help of a neutral spotter, who looked deliberately conspicuous with a horribly groomed mustache, like Pablo Escabar's love child.

*It had to be a bar.

*We had nearly 2 hours to search.

*The Alliance only had to stay in a bar for 10 minutes then they were free to go home.

*We had to use rubbers when violating them.

*We weren't allowed to kiss on the mouth.

We proceeded to drink to fit in with the crowds at the 3-5 bars in the area, we all split up. I found myself in a spirited gay bar, watching the women grind one another with the gentlest touches and being admonished time and again for staring at their erect nipples between shots of Wild Turkey.

They were nowhere to be found, so we all kept searching. Finally, a small bar at the bottom of our grid (actually the first one I cased at the beginning of the night) called out to me. "BAR" in big neon letters, where else?

I arrived inside to find the two Alliance honeys seated at the bar, no costumes (a ballsy move) sitting with a rogue we recognized from pickups and last year's game as well as a golden gun winner (you might get a look at this golden gun if you attend drinks for the dead). The jig was up.

I sent a kosher text to Rabbi Meyer Kahane who was casing another bar nearby to set up outside and wait for them to come out, which he did.

The rogue agent with our targets got a look at me and Pablo Escabar's love child, realizing he'd been made went outside for a smoke asking Rabbi Kahane for a cig...

Rabbi Kahane, knowing this rogue from pickups and a lovely bar in Brooklyn with a golden gun mounted on the wall, fired on him (a terribly disrespectful move we know, but at the time Rabbi Kahane believed his life was in danger). Needless to say he apologized.

All the while, I was casually drinking at the bar while Pablo Escabar's love child postured with his bad mustache, drawing all attention to himself and away from my Rabbi partner and I.

Yellow Bear left first, dashing into her car parked right out front... hold... hold... then The Mangler made a mad dash for Yellow Bear's car but she wasn't quick enough.

Rabbi Kahane fired on her, hitting his target as she ran outside and I hit her from behind just as she was getting into the car.

Satisfaction.

Then we all got drunker and showed our dirty parts.

-THE RABBINATE
You better axe somebody
******************************

Phire schooled Agent Skidmark (2) in assassination 101. Amazingly Phire did not wet half of the East Coast in the process.

Wensday 4:06pm
Received the target's info. However I am unarmed. Must rectify....

5:10pm
Acquired weapons via OSP. I chose two smaller pistols over hand cannon for ease of filling plus mobility. This hit won't be decided with superior firepower.

6:20:pm
Perform some recon on targets place of work. Too much noise. Will hunt target near home

8:00pm
Sniff around targets home,mark all possible exits, determine best path to take if I was leaving from targets residence.

11-1am
Cannot shake the feeling that the target has the heart for this game. If I was him I would be out hunting. I would not lay down and die.He must be out hunting

Thursday 6/25
7am
Make way to cover job, before leaving equipped newest gun. something told me to take it.

3pm ish
confirmed theory on proxy and targets behavior. Began altering plans.

6pm
back out on the field. However the beatiful day made me talk the senic route. Walked down 5th ave. Enjoyed the sun, after all haven't seen it in a while. When asked isn't it a lovely day. I agreed and added it was a beautiful day to die.

7pm
Found out MJ died. Tough loss. However my focus will remain. Played Don't stop till you get enough before I departed.

9pm
I begin to run my intercept route before making a delievery. Then that's when it happend. As I scoped the area I made direct eye contact with the target. He was using an unforseen X-factor, which took me by surprise and made me do a double take, Impressive. I was not ready to make a move so I circle back around the block cursing myself, the element of suprise was gone however I remember the Blackbeard kill, he knew what I look and sounded like and that still didn't stop only delay the inevitable.At this point I had a persuer but I lost him with some flash steps.So upon returing to the spot the target was seemingly gone, until I saw him out the corner of my eye. Thinking fast i use my gadget to snap 'survaliance' photos of the building and I make my way out of the area. While leaving I was debating on if I should bring out the heavy weapons. I opted against this and chose to stick to my current gear . I begin the final approach wrapping around the blocks slowly and quietly.Till l reached the end of his block. The night was falling so visiblity was decreasing at a rapid rate. I began to close the distance there once I was in range there was nothing left to do but strike. Drawing my weapon and bidding him farewell in Japanese the target couldn't react in time, his death was near painless. We spoke of many things on his dying breaths, he had questions which I did my best to answer. He came to the realization that his well thought out plans had a glaring weakness. On that realization with that he joined Farrah for a private MJ concert, In another life we would have been friends. I took his id and added him to the list of people ushered into hades by phire.

10pm ish
sent in word of the kill.

11pm
Awaiting orders.

Sanity? I don't recall having a use for such a thing.
phire.
*********************

A secret group of Rogue Assassins (2) led by the infamous 32 killed The AsianAssassin (2) as he was returning home from a manicure/pedicure. Delightful!

Thinning the Herd.

I wake up yesterday after a night of cheap booze and cheaper women to find that we rouges have been activated. It's 4:12 in the afternoon. My intel reveals his place of work closes at 6. Fuuuck. I haven't even cleaned the blood out of the clown suit. Agent Black Cloud Raining calls me to let me know he's doing some recon in the target's hood. Black Cloud has to bounce and I have to go to my secret cabal meeting. I mean, it's rib night. Who in their right mind would pass up ribs. Agent AsiaAssassin, you have a reprieve. Use it wisely. Today I shake the hangover off and mosey on down to Chinatown. I set up shop across the street from the target's work. The patio of a pizza joint. I think it was called E.Coli's Pizza. Nothing like sippin' beers on stakeout. Perfect spot. Out of nowhere four fat fucks of tourists roll up and ask the waitress if they can sit outside. Are you fucking kidding me!? So she asks if I would sit around the corner. "Oh, you mean the blind spot table ma'am?" I go inside instead. I still have a vantage point of the store. Next, the pizza cook starts making a pizza in the only line of sight I have. REALLY!? Really? I finish the beer and move on. The store is closing now. Where's the target? Not at work. I swing by his house and BOY do I stick out like a sore thumb. Black Cloud rolls up by the pizza joint. I go to meet him. This is looking like some long hours will be spent on this one. Black Cloud and RD and me all walk to his house. There's a delivery guy at the apartment building door. Ooh, a way to gain access. I ask the delivery guy, "What apartment #?" Not the target's. Here are some fishes out of water. Three sketchy looking dudes in Chinatown. Out of nowhere my target approaches. What the fuck!? What is going through this guys mind? Nothing, obviously. I hesitate for a split second. No real assassin would do something so bone headed as what he's doing. I was wrong. I casually present my waterarm and let one short burst go. I ask for his card but he says nothing. He does shoot daggers out of his eyes. That was a nice trick. Finally he says that he was coming back from his second kill. He asks my name. 32 is the answer. Once he finds out I'm a rouge, he asks where has the person or persons after him been. No attempts on his life? Apparently he had Jive Turkeys after him. Agent Asiassassin got too comfortable and let his guard down. Side effects of this include wetness and bouts of depression. All of this happened within an hour. Much like my sexual escapades.
Agent 32

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