Player Stories: Vancouver 2004

Chris P | Chris B | Mike L | Angus R | Alexandra H | Furheen C | Aaron G | Keith L | Derek L | Jonathan G | Jordan K | Christian S | Tina G | Sean L | Greg R | Miks Schim | Nathan M | Johanna D | Neil P | Yvonne F | Dana S | Matt N | Justin E | Darren B

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Agent Chris P

I had a hell of a good time. I stalked my target at least a dozen times, but he was good at dodging his schedule. I only saw my target once (on day one), and that was before I had his picture (lucky fcuk, I was given his roommates picture by mistake). Although I have no stories of chasing, fleeing, or assassinating, I have plenty of good memories... Getting my gear in check, crouching in bushes & transit stations getting dirty looks from citizens, squirting people that sketched me out, hunting for information on my target; it amazing what you can find out about a stranger in this day and age. Watch your backs agents, and cover your tracks, be proud and attack!

Day 24 - No Kills – In disgrace I commit subuku *squirts self in the hea

Agent Chris "TKO" B.

With The 2 week deadline looming for those who had not eliminated a target, I was desperate for my first kill. I had already spent 15-20 hours on my first target and had only had one solid kill attempt. I had annoyed her neighbours, including the cat lady, by hanging out in my target's hallway on many mornings. I even found somebody who was a friend-of-a-friend to buzz me into her apartment building at my leisure.

Maybe I should take a step back to help describe the state of my frustration. To start the game off I identified my targets work address as a talent agency and was working on infiltrating it. After many bizarre phone calls I found out that my target had given her wrong suite number when she registered. After calling my target and calling her on it, she said that she made a mistake and gave me the correct suite number. After a quick Google search I found the company she actually worked at and ya know what... I knew somebody who worked with her! I was ecstatic as I knew he would help me out by providing some information to help me get her. I think I even did a happy dance as I wrote him an email. He provided me with some 'intel' which turned out to be somewhat reliable and then turned double agent and stopped responding to my emails.

In the mean time, my business partner got whacked and my girlfriend too. Most of the people that I knew were in the game were toast. I'm a competitive person and I felt the pressure building.

Back to the story. I was desperate and my double agent had told me that my target liked to have lunch on Fridays at 'Honey' which is a Gastown restaurant near her work. I decided to try and go to Honey as a last ditch attempt before certain elimination Monday. I had a stag to go to on the Saturday and would likely be hung over Sunday so I knew that this was likely my last chance. I owed my already-assassinated-buddy (RFO) a lunch so I invited him to come with me. He had already accompanied me on previous stalking missions and did not need much convincing. Plus they have good ribs at Honey and he likes to eat.

We arrived close to noon at the trendy little restaurant and it was empty except for a few bar patrons and a waiter. We tried 3 tables before finding one with a reasonable amount of cover. We sat down and ordered some beers and lunch and asked the waiter about the regulars who come in. He didn't provide much info except that there were a group of Friday regulars that sat at the back tables which he had reserved. The restaurant slowly filled up as we sipped our beers and ate the ribs.

Eventually the big group of regulars arrived but there was no sign of my target. My buddy re-iterated that he thought our mission was a stretch but at least we were having a decent lunch. We decided that if nothing else, at the end of our lunch, I would shoot one of the regulars who was a girl that vaguely resembled my target's picture on her StreetWars card.

Shortly after, 3 girls arrive and RFO thinks that one of them may be my target. Target girl gets up and goes to the ladies bathroom so I casually slide over and ask her friends if their friend's name was who I thought it was. I asked in such a way not to raise suspicion. When they smiled and confirmed yes, probably thinking I was an old friend, I smiled back and returned to my table to grab my water pistol. I then walked a quick b-line towards the girls washroom to wait outside but one of her friends clued in to who I was after a few second of deer-in-headlights staring. She ran from her table towards the ladies bathroom yelling "nooo...." and "lookout!" I tried to barricade the front door with my body but she was making so much noise that I had no choice but to kick the door open to the ladies bathroom and start shooting. I spotted my target putting on make-up at the mirror but it was hard to tell as I had her friend draped all over me squealing in a vain attempt to thwart my mission. Two squirts to my target's elbow as she entered a stall and it was over.

Afterwards, we exchanged cards and she confirmed that she was the one who made the first kill of the game. She handed me my next targets card who happened to be a buddy of mine. Recognizing an opportunity, she threatened to tell my buddy that I was coming after him.

Soon RFO and I left the restaurant satisfied with our kill and with full bellies. We headed back to work and I set-up my next target for an after-work beer related gathering. I knew I had to take him out quickly before target #1 tipped him off. He arrived outside a pub to meet me for beer and I walked outside the patio gate and promptly shot him in the groin region with an accompanying "sorry bud." He had taken out my girlfriend the week earlier so we laughed it off and he provided me with my next targets card. In turns out, she was the one who took out RFO, my rib eating friend.

A few days later I stalked my 3rd target and spotted her leaving work. I followed her in my car for 10-15 minutes until she figured out that somebody was tailing her. After circling the city for 30 minutes, she was apparently running low on gas. She pulled into a gas station and her mom was there to fill her up so that she wouldn't have to get out of the car. She didn't get out of the car so I soaked her mom as she prepared to fuel up her daughter's car and soon after left dejected. I will update this story as it happens but I really didn't expect to last this long. I have found renewed interest in the game and I think I have a shot at cracking the final 10 people if not winning it all!

Agent Mike L

PART 1

Arrived at the target's house at around 4PM with 2 other agents. There was an unusual amount of activity in the neighbourhood, lots of people walking around on the streets. Every now and then a couple of people would arrive at the target's house and go inside - looked like he was having a get-together. This was great because we could place him in the house. But it also meant he wasn't going anywhere, and time was running out for me to make my kill! Knowing that he has at least two other roommates, we decided to try to infiltrate the party.

I put on my most concealable weapons. We waited a short while after some people had arrived, and walked up to the front door and knocked. One of the other guests answered the door and we just walked in, "Yeah hey we're friends of Angus, nice to meet you!".

Like good house-guests we removed our shoes and started slowly checking out the house. Nice place, a fair number of people around so we were able to kind of hide in the crowd. Grabbed a beer. Introduced ourselves. Still no sign of the target, though. Fearful we were going to get found out eventually as we pretty obviously knew NO ONE there, I began exploring the house more quickly. I found him watching a movie with a big group of people. I sat down and started watching. I didn't see his weapon anywhere. Eventually someone looked at me and said, "I'm so-and-so, who are you anyway?".

I introduced myself, and shot him in the chest.

PART 2

I was out at dinner with some fellow agents, and received a 'call blocked' call on my mobile. This was not the first 'blocked' call I have received in recent days, since The Alien has been my assassin. I answered the phone, "Hello, is this my killer?". No response. We were only a few blocks from my house so hurried back to see if I could perhaps nurtalise him.

My two fellow agents acting as decoys walked along the block to my house on one side of the street while I walked along on the far side. As we neared my house I got ANOTHER call blocked call. This time it was almost an instant hang up. I was standing across the street from my house watching as my two decoy agents strode into my front yard, apparently they heard some rustling in the bushes.

Alien burst from the shrubbery and water flew everywhere. While they were busy shooting eachother I ran across the street and flanked him, my super soaker did it's duty admirably. 24 hours of safety is mine!

PART 3

Agent MkL killed Agent Shadow.

My target from my previous kill was disqualified in the 2nd week's culling. I was assigned Agent Shadow - and he had been a difficult target. His hours were similar to my last target (coincidentally, his room-mate) in that he worked from home and had no set schedule. In an effort to get more information on Shadow (or to maybe get lucky and kill him) I stopped by his house mid week and spoke to his room-mate. I pretended that I had lost my key fob for work while skulking around in his bushes a few days earlier, and would it be ok if I had a look around? He said "Sure, as long as you're not Shadow's assassin!". I replied, "Oh, no, of course not.. I am still hunting the target you gave me and I'm having trouble with her schedule..".

We discussed her briefly, and he then said that Shadow was having similar problems with his target, and happened to include key facts such as where she worked and went to school. How lucky for me, her work was only a few blocks from mine. So for the last few days I had been going up there every hour to see if I would luck out and catch him on stakeout. Nothing. Then Sudden Death began. At lunch myself and a decoy agent went to Yutai's work. We were caught completely by surprise by one of his bodyguards (who was even polite to ask us if we were in the game before shooting...). We were quickly neutralised. As we stood around outside Yutai's work having a laugh I saw my target walking up the street towards us. I made some gestures that Yutai had just gone upstairs and into his work. My target came and stood right next to me and said "yeah we can't get him, we're neutralised.". I had my weapon in my hand all ready to go, shot him in the chest and said, "Yeah.. and dead now, too!".

And as an added bonus, as my buddy and I were walking about a block and a half away, I hear heavy footsteps behind me so I turn and exchange fire with some random assassin.. he beat me. And he was so happy, "I won, I won!" he said. I said "what did you win..." and the look on his face was priceless.. "You mean you're not Yutai???" =( Ha-ha-ha...

Agent Angus R.

A RESPONSE TO MIKE LEE's KILL STORY

hi yutai, i'd like to tell you a story about how i was killed. Agent Mkl would have you believe that he somehow infiltrated an impromptu gathering that i threw; he would also have you believe that shortly before assassinating me, he enjoyed some cold and delicious beer from my refrigerator. neither of these claims are valid. what follows is the true and shameful story of Mkl's ineptitude.

it occurred about four hours before the disqualification time, which would put it at about 8pm on sunday the 12th of september. i was supremely hungover from a weekend of a most debaucherous and sleep-deprived nature, watching a movie in my roommates [agent Shadow, for the curious] room, when the doorbell rang. from my position on my roommates bed, i could see that the visitor was a) no one that i knew, and b) carrying a really weak looking fake package. my suspcions were confirmed when he said to my roommate "hi, i have a fake package for angus ." i was amused, but in no way capable of expending the energy necessary to neutralize my would-be killer. some of my friends that were over [and yes, we were enjoying beautifully fermented beverages] congregated just inside my front door to observe the pathetic pantomime that was Mkl's attempt at a clever ruse. one friend was heard to quip "that isn't even a convincing box! look at it, man, it's open! jesus, take some pride in your work!"

and now for the truly sad part of this tale, dear readers, killers, poor victims! agent Mkl began to whine. yes, yes he did. he claimed that his lack of strategy was due to his only having four hours left to kill me, and that he really wanted to survive until the end of the tournament. what he didn't know, and what i now freely tell you, is that after a number of unsuccessfull attempts to even gain a visual of my target, i more or less gave up and got drunk for a while. laziness then became the ardor of my week. what i am saying is that four hours after Mkl showed up at my door, i was to be disqualified, and was too hungover to do anything about it. i was thinking about all of this whan, as an act of final desperation, Mkl offered to pay me to let him kill me. i said that i would do it for twenty bucks, and he agreed. he then claimed to not have any cash on him. weak. i waited for a while while he went to the bank, and when he returned he slipped a crisp twenty through my mail slot. i then went outside and allowed him to shoot some water on my hand. that, my friends, is the true tale of agent Mkl and his assassination of yours truly.

Mike, feel free to respond!

Agent Alexandra H.

After an epic battle with agent ZA a few days ago, agent tgp and myself headed to his work to take him out. we located his car on a sidestreet and positioned ourselves behind a Semi. Not a very interesting story, other then the fact that it was pouring rain. Agent ZA sprinted right past the semi to get to his car. ZA was only armed with a little orange pistol against my super soaker. No competition.

Agent Furheen "Orange" C.

TWO

today around noon, my assassin called me and we exchanged some friendly threats, he knew i would be off work at 645pm that night...then i decided, i should call my target and bug him a little bit too. He answered the phone and we teased each other and then he told me, he had the day off, and was just getting out of bed...

so along came 645 and i carefully made my way to my car with pistols ready to go in both hands...no sign of my assassin...i drove straight to my targets house and just as i pulled into a parking spot my target walked by my car. I lunged to the passenger seat to grab my pistol and ran out of my car. My target was just entering his building...i looked back at my car and realized i had left my backpack on the front seat and the door unlocked...i swore under my breath and walked back to my car and sat in the back seat and just waited.

at around 9 pm i decided to venture around my targets apartment building. I realized there was only one exit through the front door. so i went into the building and walked up to my targets apartment. i gingerly made my way to his door as the floors were VERY squeeky. I could hear my target moving around in his apartment. he turned on some loud music and then i could hear him no more. I decided to wait. my target is a young guy...its saturday night, he's bound to go out...

9pm turned into 10pm...i was now sitting on the ground leaning against his door....then i heard him walk towards the door. i heard him turn on the shower. he turned off the shower after a few minutes and turned the music down. i could hear him walking around and my heart started to pump. i stood up and off to the side of my targets door. My target turned off the music and picked up his keys and walked towards the door. I swear my heart was gonna rip through my chest. I heard him open the door, i waited a few seconds and stepped infront of the open door and squirted like there was no tomorrow.

my target quickly shut his door and i just started to laugh. i called out his name and said "you know i got you" he said "lemme check" he opened his door a little and i said truce, he replied truce. he opened the door and we both examined his clothes...there it was...a nice spot of wetness on his jacket sleeve. we shook hands, laughed and locked his apartment door. we headed out onto the street and exchanged our plans for the night, and our stories of hunting like we were old friends...

what a nice guy...too bad i had to kill him...ah well ;)

ONE

anyhow, this is what happened...i have two younger sisters...one is 18, and one is 10...so i figured, i'm gonna use my younger siblings to my advantage (i mean, if you cant make use of younger siblings, what good are they) so i dressed the 18 year old up in her "JOHN OLIVER JOKERS" tshirt and got the ten year old to wear a "JOKERS" hockey jersey...i gave the 18 year old some raffle tickets, and the lil one was holding a huge manila envelope saying "FUNDRAISER MONEY" on it...

so the girls went up to the door...and i hid behind some hedges, in good firing ranger...hoping my target would come out...

the girls knocked, and a lady came out...the 18 year old broke into her rehearsed speach..."Hi, we're raising money for our senior girls ice hockey team"...the lady politely said she didnt have any change...the 18 year old said "is there anyone else at home who could donate"...they lady said "i'm the only one home"...

i didnt get my target on this attempt...but i have been brainstorming :)

Agent Aaron G.

So it's the last day. I have until midnight to kill my target.

I finally get another ride out to his house.

I get a friend to approach the front door as if he lived in the apartment building, just as someone who actually lives there is going in. He makes it in alright this time. Soon he opens the side door and I come on in. We decide to wait downstairs and check out the parking garage to look for his car, since after the chase in the alley (see DrL's second story), I memorized his car and license plate #. If it's there, he's home.

We can't find it.

We're hiding under the stairs for a good 5-10 minutes, when I tell my friend to go back out to the car and call my target's home phone just in case. When he gets to the car, my other friend (who has no cell phone) informs us that my target has JUST LEFT THE BUILDING 2 MINUTES AGO..out the front door! He had golf clubs with him, and last Sunday he went golfing as well. He's got to be in Vancouver somewhere.

This is it. Soon I'm phoning every golf course in town, asking if they have my target's name. We check a few courses in person. NOTHING. No sign. I've got to get back to his place before he arrives and is safely back inside.

Sunday, 5:00pm

I'm back at my target's apartment, in the park across the street. This time on foot. No ride. All I have to hide behind is a sort of steel maintenance shed. Suddenly I see a car pull up.

This is the same one he left in this morning!

Then the unthinkable happens. The only person who gets out..is a woman. This isn't my target, so he must have already been dropped off and is inside. It's pretty hopeless now.

After a few minutes of thinking, my phone rings. It's a friend of mine. He happens to be in the area and offers to help me out. This is great, because he's got a van...with thinted windows.

After hatching the perfect plan for an hour or so, we're set.

My friend calls my target and suggests that they meet up and have a showdown. I know my target has been getting restless with the game and will most likely take the bait. Then, within a few minutes, he comes outside, watergun in hand, beer in the other. He's also got his wife with him. Since I didn't think my target would recognize me from the alley chase a few days earlier, he easily assumes my friend is me. While they're talking, I burst out of the van door and sprint at them, shooting my unsuspecting target with a few sprays in the chest. We all had a good laugh, shared some stories, and had a beer.

Agent Keith L.

Last night I decided to pay my target Spiceboy a visit. I parked in the alley behind his place and planned on doing some much needed recon of his house. I could see a guy in a window walking around but couldn't make out his exact identity as I was too far. I decided I would call him to see if he was even home. I thought I would call him and just pretend I was a friend or something and hope he bought it. I was going to ask him "Hey man! Where are ya?". I tried his line and it was busy.... and again...

Then I noticed the guy walking around in the apartment had a phone to his ear.... coincidence? Too close to be coincidence. Bingo, I knew which apartment his was from the outside now. With this new info. I decided to exit my vehicle and do a close pass. I walked into the car port and checked around. I noticed a set of stairs on the side of the building... slowly I ascended. Jackpot. His apartment actually has a patio! Not only that, but the door to the patio was open!

During taunting e-mail correspondence he had sent me a picture of his "attack cat" and as I approached the top of the stairs and peaked through the fence boards I could see a big black cat on the patio... more assurance that this was the right place. I skulked around for a few seconds in the dark, listening and watching the apartment. I could hear pots and pans clinking, telling me that he was cooking dinner... a good time to catch him off guard. The cats had caught my scent and were investigating me with much interest. I hoped they would screw off cause they might blow my element of surprise!

This whole time I could hear voices of neighbors walking near and around the building. I knew that if someone were to see me skulking around and crouching in the dark watching my prey through the slots in his fence they would be alarmed and probably blow my cover. My heart was pounding as I hoped that no one came my way up or down the stairs.

I decided that I had better ease my way onto his patio and do this! I psyched myself out and decided to put my back against the wall in the shadows and either wait until he comes outside or burst in on him as he eats his freshly prepared dinner.

Turns out his "attack cat" was also a good guard cat. The cats (turns out there were 2 of them) ran inside looking scared after I made my way onto the patio. This alerted Spiceboy to my presence and he came to the door to investigate, guns in hand. I was still lying in wait with my back to the wall when I heard a faint sound of movement around the door area. I turned and rounded the corner with my super soaker in hand, cocked and ready...

**SQUIRT** - We both had hit each other square in the chest.... Spiceboy's shot had hit me a fraction of a second before my stream reached him! Damn! After a second or two of surprised assessment of the situation, I asked "what do we do here". We agreed that it was almost too close to call , but that Spiceboy had hit me first. I took a 24 hour reprieve from hunting my prey. This was extra hard to swallow as we approach the end of the 2 weeks and I have yet to kill Spice, who himself has earned 4 kills!

Agent Derek L.

First attempt on my life took place yesterday evening.
What a blast.

I left the liquor store and headed down Hastings towards my car. I passed a parking lot that connected Hastings to the back alley. There was two girls getting out of a jeep. I pointed my pistol at them, they just gave me a strange look and carried on into the liquor store. I kept on down Hastings... About 10 feet from my car was a large pole with a backpack sticking out from behind it. (If he wasn't wearing that backpack, I would have walked right into him). I stopped walking to have a better look when my assassin stepped out from behind the pole. We stood fifteen feet apart and looked at each other. This was no sniper attack, it was more like a western style showdown.

We both raised our pistols and pumped off a few rounds, but our pistols both seemed to have a range of 10-12 feet. Just out of range, neither of us took a step forward. I knew if he started running towards me, then we would hit each other at the same time & since a tie goes to the killer, I decided to book it out of there.

I checked my shoes to make sure I hadn't been hit...Clean. I turned around and started to run, cutting through the parking lot to the back alley. I hit the alley and headed west. I was having a hard time running because I was laughing so hard. There was two guys sitting in the alley sharing a bottle of booze out of a bag. They cheered "yeah, go, run" as I past them. I got about halfway down the alley when I noticed my assassin had gone around the block and was running down the alley from the other end towards me. I put on the brakes and took off in the other direction. The back alley drinkers were really cheering now. "GO MAN, GO...RUN!!!" I told them to stop the guy chasing me and cut through the parking lot again back to Hastings. My assassin had a shorter trip around the block so I was expecting to see him again running towards me, but there was no sign of him. I made a dash towards my car and jumped in, locked all the doors and made sure all the windows were rolled up tight. Still no sign of him ?!?!

I was just about to pull a U turn from my parking space on to Hastings and get out of there but I started to worry that I still haven't seen my assassin.. Maybe he fell or even worse, maybe those back alley drinkers actually grabbed him or something.. I had to go check. I drove to the end of the block and turned on to the side street, There he was !! With two cops around him.. One was searching his backpack!! What a burn !!!! I decided I couldn't just leave the poor guy there so I stopped my car and got out, my assassin looked at me and I said "Truce, for a minute". The cop said he saw my assassin chasing me down the alley and thought something was up. The cop said "ok, you can go" and shook his head as if to say "You guys are idiots"..

Now safe back in my car, I looked over and saw my assassin jogging away back down the alley.... defeated.. I honked my horn hoping he would turn around so I could smirk and wave... He wouldn't turn around.. See you tomorrow

This was the most fun I have had yet.. I will try to let my assassin know where I am going to be as much as possible from now on.

Agent Jonathan "The Alien" G.

I AM THE ALIEN

===== Chapter One =====

Day one. 4 AM ... I wake.

The time is hours away from when I would usually rise for my job. But I want to scout out my target's home while it is still dark. I perform my daily rituals taking a quick shower and grabbing a bite to eat. Packing my bag for the day I note how difficult it is to fit in laptop, work-out clothes, water pistols and other tools, as well as a glow-in the dark alien mask.

Yes an alien mask. My room-mate who is also playing the game as a killer has suggested we disguise ourselves from time-to-time. He looks amusing in cowboy hat and "70's porn star" fake mustache.

I am the Alien.

So off I go ... the time has now wandered to 5 AM and I'm approaching the door to our apartment. And then ... something. I distinctly hear something outside.

I freeze then tip toe back in order to find a full water gun.

Our door has a peep-hole which may be swung to the side quickly. I thrust a super soaker through the hole and shoot into the hall-way without looking. As I cautiously peek and continue to squirt I find the floor empty.

Paranoid ... who me?

Grabbing my bag I exit and lock the door behind. Next door I can hear my neighbor up and by the sounds of things washing dishes. Odd. This at least explains the noise I heard previously. Knowing I am not home-free yet if I am being stalked I head down the stairs and bust out of building on bicycle.

My target lives a good twenty minute bike away ... just outside of downtown. I take the opportunity to stop in at work and lose the non-essentials; laptop, lunch, and workout clothes. I map my target via the Internet and print off location of home and primary work.

The sky still dark but well past 5:30 AM I'm on the street leaving my work's safe-zone. I cycle through downtown and notice effects of the adrenaline now trickling through my body. One notices more details ... garbage and leaves on street blowing in the wind, taking note of the few people and delivery trucks out to enjoy the darkness. Over bridge and through side streets I fly to arrive at my target's home before 6 AM.

After scouting the neighborhood and a few misleading signs I settle in on a house -- surrounded by trees this lot offers many places to hide. I find three exits and pick a bush to wait where I can attempt to cover all three at least audibly. Some of the windows are lit already and it appears someone may be getting up in the basement.

Things don't feel right ... is my target awake early and going on a kill mission for their own mark I wonder? I can only play the cards I've been dealt and choose to wait listening to the sound of spoon scraping against bowl as someone finishes their cereal.

Time passes.... a door opens.

I place my mask at the ready and draw a super-soaker. All I can see is someone wearing a helmet getting ready to bike out the back! I run forward and close to the known firing distance of my gun before shooting. The face turns in surprise and yells:

"Holy ****! What the ..."

I appear to have the element of surprise but now that we are close I know this to not be my target. I remove mask to apologize and try to question for more information on my target. At first he seems to know who I am talking about but then clams up quick with a "Uh .. I don't know who you are talking about."

Sure. Fine. He leaves and I settle back. My cover is so horribly blown at this point but I want to watch the house a little more.

More time passes.

Out the front now I hear noise. Creeping closer with my mask on I am able to spy what appears to be an older man leaving the home. Not my target. Or is it a disguise? I let him get into his truck then walk close enough to see his face. Another negative match. Back to the bushes I go to wait further.

Getting closer to 7 AM yet again I hear noise from the front. This one I watch walk away from the house and onto the sidewalk. Same hair color ... could it be?! I rush toward my victim and am greeted with surprise. If he had another 10 years on him my alien mask would likely have given him a heart attack. This is not my target.

Again I apologize and try to get more information. Apparently my target may live upstairs but this guy doesn't seem sure. I trust his words and let him go.

How many people live in this house I wonder! Their rent must be $100 a person.

This isn't happening today. I decide to retreat but stop off at my mark's primary work on the way back downtown. It is only a few blocks away and I take note of it's location with a picture to try and gauge how many employees might be there during the day.

Just then my pager from work goes off. I grimace as I bike to my duty knowing I must grant my target freedom a while longer.

===== Chapter Two =====

Later in the first day I decide on a hunch to check my target's work. After some research it's easy to call and ask for my mark by name. Surprisingly I am told the person is away and will not return to work until next Monday! I recall seeing on the company's website information regarding a tradeshow.

"In Las Vegas for a trade show?" I enquire.

"Yes. That's right."

My mind spinning I say good-bye and hang up the phone. "Was she even there when I was waiting near her house?!" I wonder and doubt the possibility.

I request help from the game assigners and it is given. My target will be back 4 days from now ... Friday. In return for this absence I am told that my mark may also be found Friday at a hard rock show for The Killers.

My heart skips a beat knowing I have a ticket for that same show in my desk drawer! "The Killers" -- how terribly fitting. I begin to formulate a plan but keep in mind that it is of utmost importance I survive until Friday.

Days pass but since the initial paranoia on the first day I feel as though I am not being watched. I begin to want to see my assassin and grow reckless. Wednesday after work I thoroughly scout my safe zone but find nothing.

Thursday morning I decide to wear the same shirt I wear in the picture which has most-likely been sent to my assassin. I leave for work a half hour early but am walking the most direct route. It feels exciting and dangerous as cars pass me at 6:20 in the morning. One slows down and I watch it cautiously as it pulls into parkade. However it shows no interest in me as I approach the corner of another block.

Just then walking around the corner ahead of me I notice a caucasian man dressed in a black jacket. He is around 5'9, has a shaved head and sports black glasses. I note the surprise in his eyes as he begins to reach under his coat!! In a flash I know it to be an assassin! I run to his left and pull my gun from beneath my jacket. I can't believe I am not dead yet in the second which passes as I swing towards him and fire into his chest.

My assassin continues to pump his gun which was not ready as I cease fire.

He lets his gun shoot off a feeble squirt but as he was hit first I am now safe for 24 hours! My blood is pumping quickly as I try to put to memory my assassin's face before he reluctantly walks away.

Looking at my watch and see that the time is 6:22 AM.

I know I have dodged a major bullet and worry I may grow addicted to this recklessness. Continuing on my way to work I recall the alien mask I keep within my bag. Soon I will need to execute a planned attack on my own target.

===== Chapter Three =====

Friday night ... tonight is the Killer's show at Commodore and I know I'm going to have to make an attempt on my target.

At 6 PM I am ready to leave the apartment with my room-mate who is also an assassin. As we hear a noise outside we are cautious and note the door to the stairs is propped open. This would be alarming even if one wasn't playing a game of Streetwars: Killer.

Retreating to our apartment we know full well one of our assassins is in wait. But we've got places to go so make sure our guns are primed and ready to head out the door regardless. After talking we assume the assassin to be mine who has shown far more intensity so far.

My room-mate goes ahead of me and waits a step ahead of the building's stair doors which is now even-more-suspiciously close to closed. The door appears to be held open a crack and I get the feeling someone is peeking though.

Feeling a sudden surge of aggression I kick the door open and begin to shoot the assassin in wait on the stairs. In response I get shot too but feel I did get the first hit with my unpredictable attack. After talking we decide this round is a draw and the assassin says he will see me later.

We agree to a 10 minute truce as opposed to a 24-hour period of freedom.

It's time for me to get out of here. This place is too hot. I flee and make further plans for tonight.

After a change of clothes I stake out my target's home before the concert but no dice. The top floor where my mark lives looks empty so I head back downtown for the Killer's show. Within the Commodore drowning my sorrows in alcohol with the company of friends things begin to feel more upbeat though the mosh pit is lacking.

I call my target two or three times throughout the night to confirm they are still within the venue but due to a sold-out show I have little faith in locating them. Later in the night I decide to again stake out my mark's home which I feel is their most vulnerable point.

Placing myself behind a couch which is on the porch of the house I settle in to wait over two hours in the cramped space. At 3:30 AM finally a car pulls up and deposits three people. I hear one person called by my target's name so once they close the distance I spring out and gun them all down for good measure.

My first kill.

With jubilation I head home and wait for details on my second target.

===== Chapter Four =====

As soon as I read that my second target works at home I brace myself for trouble. Regardless I head over to the location the next night to scout out the site.

Though a heritage building I find it quite secure. Due to it's east Vancouver location the few tenants seem on guard against anyone they do not recognize.

One of those places where everyone seems to know everyone.

Playing on one tenant's friendliness I ask if I can leave a bag of items on my target's door. I claim he left them at my place but isn't home right now and I really want to return them.

"Sure come on in!" he responds so in I go.

On the second floor I find my victim's suite. There really are no valid hiding spots in the hall though an open window to a fire escape may provide a good spot as I peek my head out. I scout out the building's exits and accidentally bump into other tenants. When asked what I am doing in the building I try to cover by saying that I am looking for my friend Justin.

Regardless I get the feeling they are guarded. Has this place had break-ins recently or what? Lighten up people. It's late though and friends have called for drinking purposes anyway so I abandon work on this target for the night.

The following day via phone I and another assassin try to lure my target into a confirmed location by using a female friend. Things seem to be a go but when trying to catch up with him at 10:45 PM for our meeting point all we are getting is voice mail.

"He's got to be jerking us around" I decide.

Adding to this failure a second attempt to enter his building is blocked by a tenant who saw me in the building yesterday. She tells me quite bluntly that since my target isn't in the building I had better wait outside.

"Sure... Fine." I say as I leave and head back home for the evening.

Time to get creative. I create a work request for the work-at-home target and prepare to pose as a courier in order to provide him with more details on the project.

Wednesday during the day I sneak off from work a little while and drop by but he is out and I must leave a note requesting he contact me for delivery of the package.

Amazingly... he calls.

Within an hour I'm back at his apartment dressed as a courier and writing on my recently-purchased clipboard while waiting for him to come down. After passing him the pen so that he can sign for the item I draw my gun from underneath my shirt and shoot him three times for good measure.

===== Chapter Five =====

A full week and a half has passed. Busy days and the game is now done. My third target held to a very erratic work schedule which would be expected as he worked for a gaming company. I and others made many attempts on him as we staked his work and home.

Most memorable moments were at my target's residence.

One week-end afternoon in the rain I went to his house. I convinced a pretty girl to pretend to be lost and try to coax one of the men in the house into the open. This took two attempts but eventually a guy who looked to be near to my target's age and description came out to help this poor lost girl. In return for his courtesy I squirted him with my water gun before finding out this was not who I was looking for.

One of the other many times I stayed out of sight near my target's house I called my target to get a feel for where he was. While listening to those inside the home through an open window I decided he was not yet home. I hung up and settled back into the darkness alongside the house. Twenty minutes later I heard what sounded like coughing in the back yard. Watching carefully I couldn't see anyone and stayed hidden ... was someone in the back alley? In case he is nearby I dial the number again and hang up once he answers. Nothing.

A few moments later from the front there is motion. I see two agents with water guns bigger than mine -- I attack and get one first who I have surprised. Confusing discussion follows and while they continue to distract me my target has come around the side and shot me from a distance.

Not good.

More attempts and stalking continue but no plans came to fruition before the end of game.

On Monday after arriving at work I receive notification that there is a new rule change. All active assassins have from 9 AM today to take out the game organizer. The person who does so will be declared game winner.

Glad I have brought a water gun to work I immediately hop on my bike in order to stake out his nearby location. Arriving a minute before 9 AM I stay as long as I can trying to cover all entry points but do not locate him.

Before lunch I slip back home to load up on more gear; alien mask, binoculars, 3 water balloons to out-distance any security guards for the target, and a trusted pistol. At the location I meet another assassin and we agree he will cover the front while I cover the back alley.

While in the alley I tape a picture of an alien mask to a pole facing the exit door. This has been one of my trademarks for harassment of targets and I feel obligated to leave the organizer one. I wait 20 minutes in the alley and call the other assassin to see if things are quiet out front.

He tells me he has been shot by one of the organizer's guards and is out. Unsure which direction they will be heading for lunch I have to go back to the front and get my bike. Along the way I pass by a group of four or five. They are quite obviously guarding the target but I'm honestly not sure which is which! I unlock my nearby bike and one of the guards is heading towards me. ****!

I pedal away quickly to skirt around the building and get back in the alley. Unfortunately they cross in front of me and I'm seen again. This is bad. Trying to put some distance between us so I can lob balloons I get shot in the back and can no longer hunt the organizer.

On my way back to work I follow them for a bit and provide their location to any active assassins I know still playing the game.

This is not a blaze of glory. Truly I didn't want it to end this way but those are the breaks.

Defusing a water balloon in a sink at work I manage to soak myself from head to toe. Nice.

Agent Jordan "Sark" K

Part 1

MON - Locate targets place of work and home.

TUES - Stake out work. nothing.

WED - Stake out work. nothing. Stake out house for about an hour. Get a good look at the targets car after she pulled up. Confirm work hours. Go home.

THURS - Stake out house for about an hour and a half at night. Decide to leave. Start driving away. Car approaching, slowing down. Driver stares at me. Drives around the block. I go around the block the other way. Drive past each other again. Park. Run to the front of the targers house, weapon out. Target dashes in as I approach. Couldn't get a good shot away. Target enters the house. fuck. Call target for the 1st time approx 30 minutes later. Target makes a poor desicion by asking "did i just see you in the alley"... to which i replied "no... im at home. im just wondering what you're up to" (or something like that). approx 3 hours later receive a silly phone call from "SpiceBoy". Asks if I watched CTV news to which i replied "no" (the truth). Says he's gonna get me blah blah blah. Few minutes go by, get a call from the Target. Target says my name. I never mentioned my name when I made contact. My phone can't be traced either. More phone calls. Spiceboy is trying to make me give something away. RedHerring eventually slips up. Figure out that the target and spiceboy are fucking husband & wife!!! What the shit?!!! Lay low for the rest of the night.

FRI - Morning, get a silly email from "SpiceBoy"... "I think fast, you can't run" blah blah blah. Evening, Stake out Targets/Spiceboys house, parked at the back in the same spot as usual (I want to be noticed) however, my accomplise is sitting in the drivers seat instead of me. I'm at the front of the house now. "SpiceBoy" leaves house not 5 minutes later from the back. Stares at my accomplise. Drives around block. Sneaks up on my accomplise. Tries to shoot through the cracked in the window at my accomplise. Accomplise says "what the fuck"! SPice boi is confused, looks at the card... "you're not him???"... "No! what the fuck are you doing?". shows my accomplise my card. Explains game to him. OK. My accomplise win an accadamey award for best performance. Spicegirl calls me as he drives off in the alley asking where i was. where was i? make up some excuse. Assume Spiceboy is picking up the target (which i learned is red herring) from work. Leave. Devise a plan. Make sure oldspice and bigred don't see my car near my place. Have decided to park blocks away from now on. Watch CTV video. Go out with accomplises. Get drunk. Leave random disturbing messages on their answering machine while getting more drunk.

What I have learned thus far: - Target is very slippery. - Target is fucking married to Spiceboy. - Spice boy is after my ass. - First name of SpiceBoy. - Appearance of SpiceBoy (thanks to my accomplise and CTV news) - Other things... im too tired and still drunk to remember. - This game is fucked up.

I decided to write this email so you could hear of my progress. I'm wondering if any of this counts as an attempt. I'm also hoping that this email would not be posted on the internet. I feel I'm gaining somewhat of an edge, however small it may be. Spiceboy seems a little confused, and i wanna keep it that way. If any of this doesnt count as an attempt i guess im gonna have to turn it up a notch over the next few days. Spiceboy is gunnin for me, and im gunnin for his wife. It's gonna get crazy,

PART 2

monday night spiceboy called me asking where i'd be sometime. i said, well why dont you come down to the unicorns show tuesday night. i wanted to get it over with. if he killed me, he would have to kill his wife right away anyways since i was after her. around 7:30 ish i see spiceboy and red herrings' car driving around the venue. im hanging out at the back door and notice them walking down the street past the venue. i couldnt believe it. i sneak into the alley with my tiny gun. crouch behind a shrub then bolt down
the street with my gun out. fire a couple squirts into the ground first cause sometimes it just shoots air and not water. take out alison in the back, then spiceboy before he could get me. i spent a lot of time stalking them over the first week, and there they were just walking past me at a show
i told them to come to. it was awesome.

Agent Christian S.

I had stalked MSw four times already, waiting at his house and office, with no success. On Weds we buzzed up to his office and he ran down but targeted two innocent bystanders by accident in his paranoia. Thursday we ran a lunch raid, and he recognized me from the day before. MS shot me from the 3rd floor and I was neutralized for 24h. Friday I gathered more intel on MSw as I wanted to enjoy my long weekend in peace! I knew he would be promoting on the granville strip and further clubs in gastown, so we cruised for about 3h with no success. At 3am, just after the words "man i give up" came out of my mouth, I spotted him 70' away, giving a drunken piggyback to two girls! I turned 180 facing away from him and pretended to talk to my fellow agent. He already knew what i looked like so I waited for him to walk past. As soon as he passed i got the signal and walked beside him for the 1 shot kill to the heart. VICTORY!

Agent Derek L.

No great story, Just a lot of patience and lurking.

I knew she was going to be at a specific address on xxxx.. I saw her roll up but was on the curb of the block she was going to too quickly for me to get to her. I decided to grab a bite and just wait her out. The advantage I had was that I knew what car she pulled up in (thanks to my girlfriend's recon work) and that car was parked right next to a huge bush.

I just waited near the car I knew she would be getting into when she left and my girlfriend was sitting in my car using the mirrors to spot her as she came out of the bldg.. I heard my girl say "Agent DrL, she's coming" so I hit the dirt and got into position.. I jumped out of the bush and PD's two friends shrieked.. She was dead before she could even get her pistol out of her pocket..

Agent Tina G.

RFo is dead. i killed him yesterday at about 6:00pm as he was leaving work. i had four agents watching his work door and some how he managed to slip out. I was sitting in my car a block away and happened to see him by chance. i ran up behind him and called "RFo?" He turned
around and the rest is history.

Agent Sean L

DTig is dead. Murdered on his front porch @11:45 september 2nd.

No spectacular story. 2 hours laying in the bush, when I had finally given up and went to leave his truck pulled up. He never even saw me.

Agent Greg "X" R.

My first attempt on Tuesday was a bust with JCh shooting me in the hand as I tried to get him through an open window. At that time, we shook hands and I gave him a ride to work. Offering him a ride, was very revealing as he gave me quite a bit of information during the ride but it also told me that he took the bus... his Achilles heel.

After dropping him at work, I immediately drove back to his residence and scoped out the area... his route to the bus stop... vantage points to view both his apartment door and the bus stop. I came up with a plan... all I had to do was survive the game until Friday morning. The exchange of fire also made me realize that I needed more firepower... that the small hand gun that I was using was not enough to do the job. I purchased a super soaker.

As I had a 24 hour suspension... I thought I would call my target and harass him a bit... I told him that he better be enjoying his 24 hours 'cause it was his last... JCh had a good chuckle but I could tell there was a little bit of tension in his laugh. I then decided not to call him again... lull him into a false sense of security... it worked.

As Friday drew closer the more paranoid I became... I didn't want to be taken out before I could put my plan into action. Thursday night was very rough.

At 6:10 on Friday morning, the alarm clock sounded. I got myself up and placed a call to my fellow assassin and driver RFo, telling him to get his lazy ass out of bed. I picked RFo up at about 7:00 am at his Yaletown Apartment. We then drove out to my target's house and I explained the plan to RFo. The vehicle I had borrowed was a beautiful PT Cruiser with tinted windows... my target was expecting another vehicle... a small Japanese model. I sat in the back seat behind RFo with my loaded and primed super soaker and we watched the door. We were expecting to sit on the house for a couple of hours but not 5 minutes after we arrived, out came my target. We could see him pop his head out first. He took a good look around (according to him, he had his weapon in his hand at that time). Feeling safe, he then turned and locked his door. We watched as he walked away from his residence looking all about himself. He walked up the street a short way and then crossed over to the bus stop where he settled in. At that time, RFo and I made our move... RFo drove the vehicle to the bus stop and stopped. I then opened the passenger seat door behind RFo... did a roll and pumped off a few shots... I could see JCh going for his gun but by that time, it was all over...

We gave JCh another ride to work and then RFo and I went and had a victory breakfast.

Revenge is sweet!

Agent Mike Schim.

PART 1

I spotted xxxxx emerging from Starbucks. Since I'm slack, been in hiding, and was actually on my way to go scope out his workplace for the first time, a definite unexpected bonus... Being unsure of where his office was, I waited for him to step off the curb into the crosswalk. I pulled my pistol (conveniently strapped to my back with a tensor bandage), which then misfired!!! xxxx pulled a water balloon out of his jacket pocket and hit me... but it failed to break and bounced into the street. The second pull of the trigger put one in his chest. Game over.

PART 2

My friends are paraniod, and rightfully so. I pulled her card on Tuesday from my previous kill. Wednesday was a sure thing. Beach volleyball at 6:00. Nowhere to run or hide. And then an act of God... a rain delay. I still invited the crew to the pub in hopes of her making an appearance. No such luck. But I planted enough info and talked enough strategy to cover who my real target was. Hang onto those old kills, they come in handy when you're bluffing. Helped a few people on a few hunts... and then she calls, asking for help with her target.

She arranges to pick me and my girlfriend up. The heat's been kinda heavy the last few days (yeah, I see you #22 and your little friend too). She grabs the girlfriend from work and shoots her as a precaution before letting her into the car. Comes to get me, and I play it up.

"They're everywhere. Lock the doors. Wait for my signal."

I make a break for the car. They pop the door and I climb in. We do a lap around the block and a salutory honk for the pair watching the back alley. Its only then that she realizes she hasn't preemptively neutralized me.

"Did I shoot you yet?"

Game Over.

Agent Nathan "Shadow" M.

PART 1

My first target worked in a bar downtown and lived on Nelson ave. Me and another friend checked the his house approx. 30 minutes before his work day started and watched the place without any success. We then decided the best place to get him would be to follow him from work, since his bar is on a corner and has both the front entrance and alley visible from one position. We went first of all and slipped in a question to the bartender about who was working in the kitchen today and she confirmed the target was there, we then agreed that my friend would stay inside and call my phone when he saw him or saw him leaving the front entrance. While he was there, I was checking the alley and eventually sat on the corner where I could view the entire building well. My friend ended up calling me every 5 minutes to let me know that the target was having a beer, telling his coworkers about the game, talking about how paranoid he was and all of this. I one point he actually came outside and talked to 2 other coworkers and was looking around but I couldn't hit him in the safe zone. He finally finished his beer, hung around for another 20 minutes before leaving out the front entrance at which point I followed him across 2 streets, waited for him to lean against the bus stop and came around from behind him with 2 shots in the chest :) Total time was 1:15, we got there at 5:40, he got off work at 6 and we left at 7.

Full of energy, we decided we should try for my next target, a man who lived near children's hospital. At this point it was about 7:15. I had a shipping box in my trunk waiting to be sent and we grabbed it and went to the front door of his apartment complex. There was a ledge about 3-4 feet high on the left side, with a thin piece of wall that I hid behind so I could not be seen through the wide glass doors. He came down to the door and the conversation went something like:

Target: "Who are you?"
Friend: "Well, I live next door and I got this parcel full I think it got sent to me by accident."
Target: "Whats the name on it?"
Friend: "Uh <target's name>"
Target: "Hmm ok, can i open the door and shoot your hand? It's for this game I'm playing"
Friend: "Err, ok...."

At this point the target opened the door a little wider since he seemed satisfied that my friend wasn't his assassin, with it open a little more I was able to reach over from where I was and shoot over the door into his shoulder twice. I feel sorry for the target, apparently he'd been waiting for it for months, he even had a notice in the lobby of the apt building about the game asking people to be careful. Anyways, this happened pretty quickly, we went up to his place and got his assignment and figured we were done for the day.

PART 2: Killing JIR

The night I got his card, me and xxxx went to his house, him holding a pizza box, me hiding near the stairs to shoot him, his mom offered to let xxxx in but then his sister ran up and said that JIR wasn't home.

I went back the next morning at 11am and knocked on the front door. Iintroduced myself as a friend of JIR's and his mom told me that he was sleeping, but that I could go around to the side door and let myself in since "You know where his bedroom is, right?" "Oh, of course". I let myself in and knocked on his bedroom door (assumed it was that one, was the only shut door in the downstairs area) a few times, got no response, then went upstairs and asked if I had the right door, his mom confirmed that it was, but his sister came downstairs at that point and gave me a wierd look so I left to go for breakfast. When I came back, I parked and waited while trying to think up a good strategy when a girl pulled up
behind me and went into the house, so I followed her (the basement door was wide open due to contractors installing cable or something, otherwise I probably wouldn't have gone into the house) to his bedroom door. As I was about to go in (it was ajar), she came out , realized who I was and blocked me. JIR came up behind her and we exchanged fire, discussed the situation through the door and I ended up retreating into my car. When I saw him come outside, I lept out and chased him down the street, down part of an alley and eventually around someone's house. Not wanting to get shot, I returned to his [cousin's] car and waiting for him to return. We had one last exchange of fire with him behind his car but my gun had better range then his so I ended up getting him without getting shot myself. Thinking back on it now, I wish I had gone into his room and been able to claim that I killed one of my target's while they were sleeping, but I wasn't really comfortable going into someone's room like that :)

Next targets - I've left out a few parts since we'll probably reuse a tactic and they weren't there to witness it.....

Me and xxxx spent about 3 hours tonight hunting, the first hour at AH's house ended up being a major annoyance thanks to her tactics, I didn't get shot or seen clearly, but neither did she....
At about 10:15, we gave up and went onto Jeremy's target since he is going away tomorrow.

Got to his house at 10:30 when he was supposed to get off work, once we got there we realized that he wouldn't be home for a bit and decided to go fill our guns up. As we were leaving, I saw a white car with tinted windows pull into the alley and we both ran into the alley ducking in an attempt to surprise the driver. The driver turned out to be a woman that
we had a small shootout with, then she drove away (we attempted to follow, but took too long to drive around and see where she went to).

A short period later, the car returned and the woman found our hiding spot, we then ended up talking to someone inside the house that was claimed to be our target and figuring the night was over, we started heading home. On our way back, we realized that it was probably the target's roommate since we hadn't seen the target make it into the house yet, time to resume the hunt..... When we circled back, the white car was gone indicating she had probably gone to pick him up. We hid again until we saw the car return however the woman checked the area and found our different hiding spot yet again. We ran for the car and tried to open the doors however the target locked them before we could open the
car. After a short talk with two of them, we were all pretty resolved to spend the night waiting.

At this point, I grabbed a flashlight and shined it inside the car, only to discover that it was NOT our target, that the real target was inside and that we had spent 2 hours chasing another person who was in the game, but was not our assigned target. All during this time, while waiting for the car to return we were periodically driving a few blocks away to the target's girlfriend's house just in case they decided to
hide out there for the night. At one point it also appears as though a neighbor may have called the cops on us as both a patrol car and an undercover car were driving around the area. Anyways, here's a useful tip: If you are chasing someone, make sure they are your real target before you put 2 hours of work into it since in this instance, both of
the guys living together were in the game, as well as the girlfriend :)

Agent Johanna "Grey's Papaya" D

Monday at 9 am I was in the mom mobile with my 3 year old getting gas at the shell station on Davie. Some very regular guy and his friend are obviously having car trouble and ask me for a jump. "ok, let me finish pumping my gas" all the while scanning the scene. I finish at the pump. the guy has the jumper cables out and is looking very late for work. I say" sorry about this" and soak his feet and part of his pant legs with my super soaker conveniently hidden under my poncho.

"i've gotta be careful, they're after me, you can go ahead and hook up the cables now" the look on his face was priceless.

Agent Neil P.

Well many of you predicted I would either go far or get knocked out of StreetWars in the first day and sadly I only made it 20 hours!!!!!!!!

That is right people I am out already and I got totally suckered by a team that has some serious moves. Apparently all my paranoia and preplanning wasn't enough!

So last night a friend is coming over to visit and there is a buzz at my building. I made the plan ahead that even people who are scheduled to come over don't get buzzed in just incase they are helping someone else or are my killer. So I head down to the front of my building with a water gun behind my back and the person I expected to visit isn't there but a guy with a package is. (#1 thing I did right -I wasn't stupid enough to simply buzz him in) Right off the bat I'm thinking no way is this right… this guy is defiantly trying to kill me. I don't open the door but I talk through the glass at him with a smirk on my face. He says he has a package for me and I need to sign for it… (I'm thinking ya right buddy…) however he does look fairly professional and when ask I him to leave it there and I will get it when he leaves he insists I have to sign for it and keeps doing a great job seeming like I'm being a weirdo for not opening the door for a courier. So I explain to him that I'm playing in a round-robin water gun game and I'm concerned he is going to try to shoot me with a water gun. The guy looks at me soooo weird as if to say, 'man I don't get paid enough for this shit'. Finally he agrees to let me open the door a crack and let me shot his hand with my water gun after much convincing. I figure if he is my killer I would then have blocked him so I'm thinking I have outwitted him by not opening the door enough for him to try to shoot me, plus he has all this stuff in his other hand and if I hold the door tight he won't be able to open it with out getting hit (#2- good plan- don't open the door all the way and shoot him before he can get you and thereby block him!). So I look around before opening the door to check for anyone else and it seem like he is all alone. ( #3 good planning -looked a round before opening the door) Sadly no sooner have I shot him in the hand I feel a wet shot in the top of my head! The real killer was standing on the wall beside my door hanging/leaning over the top of the door frame so I couldn't see him and shot me through the crack that was made when I opened the door out!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!

So I had a chat with the 2 guys just after they got me ( and just after I stopped shaking from shock). Apparently they got 2 others in the hour before me doing the same gig. My only consolation was that I was the only one to actually get a shot off and shoot the fake courier decoy were as the other 2 dead guys didn't even get a shot off. I spent about 4-8 hours last night not sleeping and going over and over how I could have avoided the situation and realized that my backup plans would have failed anyway. If I had not opened the door they said they would have just left the package there and the decoy would have walked away and got in his car and drove off. This would have left the guy hanging over the door frame still and as soon as I thought it was all clear I would have opened the door just a crack to look around and would have gotten it in the head anyway. The only way I could have tried to avoid it would have been going out my back door to go around and get it but I can't see out the back door and I thought for sure that if the guy would have gone around the block and would have been waiting there to get me. I guess I could have been really patient and just left the package sitting there for and hour and waited it out to see, but you know I would have opened the door eventually even just to peek at it…Dam…. The only good news is that I can try to get some sleep now and I am again available for social activities over the next few weeks.

By the way there is little need for you to mock me… I was on the verge of tears for hours and still can't stop thinking about how I could have avoided it……shit fuck dame!!!! Anyone want to buy a water gun?

Agent Yvonne "Gadget" F.

Last night he attempted to kill me. Unsuccessfully of course. I received a phone call around 9.30 pm. He wanted to come by to see me. Luckily my phone battery died before he could say much. But I knew he's after me. I went home. Carefully driving by my house stopping on the next corner. Checking out the area. Suspicious people everywhere. I get in the house safe. Used the back entrance after I heard someone on a balcony saying "She's here". Well at least my imagination heard that. I arrived at my apartment. After having a shower I tried to watch some TV.

For some reason I went back to the bathroom. What the hell was that??? Due to renovations in the hallway including my entrance door the landlord took out my mail slot so thru that big whole in my door I could see someone walking around in the hallway.

Scared to the bones I got my water gun that is handy at all times. Then I remembered what I saw in TV many times. You have to turn of the lights. Ok done.

Hiding in the corner I could see them coming back. Some yells, "[Agent Gadget] we are here!!!" It freaked me right out. Well not really knowing who's out there I fired a couple time towards that hand, holding a gun, in my mail slot. Got him by surprise. HaHa I told them to take the f… off. I got really scared when they started to fiddle with my doorknob. I decided to get some support from my girlfriend so I called her.

That scared them away since I told them that I would call the landlord. Please it was after 11 pm already! I blocked my mail slot with some wooden boards just in case they would decide to come back. Told myself to calm down. My girlfriend thought I'm a bit crazy. But what the hell was that? Someone was in the back alley yelling my name. "[Agent Gadget] we are here to get you." Tried to hide behind the curtain. White car with 3 guys in it. I stayed quite, locked the balcony door just in case. Never know they might try to clime up 3 stories if they made it already in to my building. Finally they took of and got me pretty scared. I have to be super cautious from now on…

Agenet Dana S.

After an unsuccessful 3 hour stakeout in front of his house with two guys with a radio on the corner and myself in and another watching from a parked car we made the call for the early morning strike. Knowing he starts work at 7 am we knew we had to arrive at least by 5:45 am in order to be sure we didn't miss him. This time there was only two of us..one in the middle of his block watching the front door and myself on a street corner with both front door and side of the house views (just in case he was jumping fences). 6:15 rolls by, 6:30 then 6:45...it was beginning to look a little bleak at this point and the neighbours were getting a little suspicous(lots of dirty looks). But then at 6:50 am a cab pulled up right in front of his house...i heard the side door of his house open a then someone lock...i scuffled up to his neighbour's car parked right next to his pathway. He appears
from the side of the house...not prepared. My friend yells "Good Morning!" from his right I jump out from the behind the car and yell "Hey Joel!!" He starts running scrambling for his gun but it is too late. The poor cabby didn't know what was going on and almost called the cops.

Agent Matt N.

The evening started off rather slow, as I left the office at about 6:30pm. Not one person was around which was strange being a busy downtown street. But I casually walked to the skytrain station, went to my mothers for dinner, then headed up to the xxxxxxxxxxxx to get a visual on target after visual contact was made, I scoped out the surrounding area and found out that there was in fact a rear exit from the xxxxx onto xxxx. My phone battery then began to die (tsk, tsk i shoulda charged it at work)... it was 8:30pm I needed to charge my phone so that I could rendezvous with my fellow assassin. I then proceeded to a friends house where I had some food and waited for my phone to charge. At around 9:30pm I headed back down to xxxxx and again got visual contact from across the street that he was in the xxxx (what a clean white xxx shirt!). Time rolled on and my associate finally showed up. We have him park the car by the back exit and I will watch the front from the bus stop across the street from the front entrance. Tick Tock Tick Tock, time rolls by It's about 10:30 now, someone on a bike riding by calls me a "terrorist" because I'm talking into my radio, to my partner out back.

Shocking! Just before 11pm someone in a xxxx jacket jumps in a jeep parked out front, "I've seen that jeep before" I say, oh yes the one parked out back of the house last time we cased the joint. After a close visual inspection of the driver stuck at a red light I go back to monitoring the xxx. Time goes on about 11:10 I see him (target) and his co-workers peek thier head outside. They are moving garbage around out back my friend tells me. I move to a better position across the street to see inside. I thought I was hidden well but one of his co-workers must have had corrective eye laser enhancements. He spots me and starts yelling and pointing. This goes on a for a while while I posture on the other side of xxxx street, gabbing into my radio that we've been had. Just after that at around 11:20 a man on a BMX races out back and down main (the wrong way) we knew it was him and after a few more minutes we decide to head to his house.

Surprise surprise the jeep is out back, his roomate must also work with him. Maybe he lives in the basement, I don't know. I crouch down in the bush behind his house for about 45 min.

Scared by strange noises and neighbors automatic lights goingon in the alley. My associate was parked out front watching the front, I thought he would go in the back because theres no way in hell his wife would let him bring a dirty bmx in the front. Boy was I wrong! About 12:15, I get the call on the radio TARGET, TARGET, TARGET OUT FRONT! I jump up, kick open the back gate (cops style) and barrel down the side of the house. ANOTHER GATE, shit cant get it open, THERE IT IS! THUMP THUMP THUMP (someone running up the front steps), I spin and fire my weapon, SLAM the door is closed. I'm positive I sprayed inside before the door shut but I can't be sure... Laughter is heard inside, and my legs and back ache from crouching out back for almost an hour. I'm sweaty and tired from being out all day. As I mutter to myself I hear the door open, and JVG nicely shouts out "nice try guys", as i walk back in front of his house to my associates car, he taunts me with "you guys are too obvious". Obvious, I'm prolly gonna be sore as shit tommorow at work, that is if I make it in alive.

The next attempt will not fail.

Agent Justin "Wutang" E.

Reconnaissance: Monday Aug 30 3:00 PM

Location: xxxxxx

Findings: With an attempt to secure the target at his place of work the building was staked out for a period of 3 hours. Posing as a bike courier the main entrance and foray were scouted. Upon inspection an lternate escape route was discovered. A reconnaissance of the building perimeter was conducted. Several exit points, both vehicle and pedestrian, were discovered. As a result the target was not identified. Further scope into the building parking structure was attempted. Several civilian were encountered and additional escape routes were unveiled. After more probing into the buildings inner working the assassination attempt was abandoned.

Results: Location is secure. Unable to obtain target. Further attempts will be made at target's home address.

Reconnaissance: Monday Aug 31 5:00 PM

Location: xxxxxxxx

Findings: A drive by of the targets home was conducted. Two exits were identified. The home appears to be a single level residence. Two vehicles were present is the back alley drive way. The property is fence in the back. Stakeout position has been planned out. Will return later with appropriate supplies.

Results: Information has been secured. Will return to targets home later for stakeout and assassination attempt.

Hopefully more too come...

Agent Darren B.

This guy was meant to be smoked by me, he kept popping up where i was, just begging for it...but i'm getting ahead of myself a bit, let's start @ 10:00 pm Sunday night (2 hours and counting till the fear begins) I'm out with some friends, discussing our targets and who should show up @ the show but Mr. Oblivious, not packing any heat, dancing away. This was going to be too easy i thought, but i did have to wait until midnight, so, i just stood behind him for every band and breathed down his neck like a creep. The show ended a bit early, and at 11:40 he left with some friends ..... myself and a partner tailed him. Things were looking good (except for being busted by a gas staion attendant) as the time ticked by, but @ 12:02 (we were waiting so there would be no dispute with different clocks) just when i was ready to pounce, he reached his friends apartment and the doors locked behind him, he didn't look back and had no idea how close he was to being eliminated in the first few minutes. I went home satisfied with the attempt, but itching to knock this guy off.

The next day after meeting up with some fellow asassains, we rolled out for a 3 way attempt on each others targets. In the late evening after harrasing the poor kids mom all night we decided to stake him out...not 2 mintues after we got there, a heat-score of a ride rolls by and slows down by his house.....he sees us and trys to take off, but the car stalls in the middle of the road, right in front of his house !!!!! After a few seconds of chaos and water flying everywhere, the 3 of us surround the car. One friend takes the heat off me by sitting on the hood and not letting them leave, while we sit back and cover the doors. Their car wasn't going anywhere so neither were we, we lit up some smokes and cracked some beers and started directing traffic around the stalled car as thier windows steamed up and they got ansy, we were going to settle in for a long evening.... and the beautiful
part was he had no idea which of us was trying to kill him.
I was pretty sure i had shot him when he rolled his window down to chat, but, to make sure we told him Yutai was on the phone and he wanted to talk. A few minutes later he went to give the phone back to my friend and when he did, my bro took one for the team and got a chest full of water, but this was the opportunity i needed and while he was distracted, i snuck around the car and capped his ass.....the guy was a good sport and gave up soon after, props all around, i love this game.

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