《Phantom Year one》Knives and Bullets
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*bang*a gunshot was heard leaving a bloody gaping hole in the middle of Maxwell’s head before h dropped dead on the ground. Naa dropped behind the desk pulling out her gun as Maxwell’s guards rushed in the study.
Outside the building Hank had just arrived in costume when he heard the gunshot and saw a flash of light from a building not far away, ignoring the residence where Naa was he rushed to the origin of the flash. Vaulting over all obstacles in his path before firing his grappling hook and throwing himself into the building smashing through a window and surprising the reaper within who had a black face mask on just as he closed a case.
They both shared a look for a moment before the reaper pulled out a hand gun from behind and began to fire at Hank who narrowly avoided being shot. The sound of gunshots had alerted Naa who was still with the body of Max alongside the guards looking towards the source she picked up her phone calling for back up as she rushed over.
In the building, Hank was now hiding behind a pillar as the reaper kept on firing till he eventually run out of bullets. Hank who was behind the pillar heard the click sound which signaled the reaper had run out of bullets, he pulled out his throwing knife firing it straight at the reapers arm disarming him as he rushed him with a punch aimed at his head.
The reaper was quick to react moving to the side avoiding the strike and using his case as a weapon smashing it towards Hank who brought his hands forward to block the strike but was still sent flying as his back made contact with the pillar leaving a crack on the pillar before dropping face first.
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The reaper tilted his heading watching Hank who hadn’t moved in the slightest before turning away, but as he was about to leave, he let out a grunt and as he looked down, he saw a knife sticking out of his leg. Turning to look behind him Hank had made it back to his feet and was watching him. He pulled out the knife tossing it away and grabbing another hand gun and began firing at Hank who avoided the bullets running around the pillars using them as cover to get close to the reaper engaging him in hand-to-hand combat.
They began exchanging blows in a rapid manner and soon the case was sent flying out of the reaper’s hands right before Hank followed it up with a roundhouse kick sending the reaper tumbling down. Hank moved to deliver another blow but the reaper rolled away just in time to avoid it before sweeping Hank of his feet and causing his back to make contact with the floor creating a minor cloud of dust.
With both of them on the ground the battle didn’t calm down in the least but rather picked up in intensity, they began rolling atop one another alternating as they delivering punches to one another this continued unto Hank managed to put a knife through the reapers arm causing him to let out a blood curling scream and get off of Hank.
Hank got to his feet first soon followed by the reaper but before they could continue their battle there was a gunshot separating them; Naa had arrived with her gun not sure as to whom to aim at as she saw the vigilante she had been chasing after, as well a man who she was almost certain was responsible for two assassinations.
There was a stare down between the tree of them only broken as the faint sounds of sirens could be heard and hearing that the reaper wasted no time jumping out a window before Naa could react. She quickly turned to aim at the vigilante only to find out he was gone like a ghost.
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Looking around the remains of the battle was still there, various bullet holes as well as two handguns with a case at the side and not to mention the knifes around the room. Naa put her gun away moving towards the window which the killer would have aimed from to snipe Maxwell, as she got closer, she saw a single bullet casing placed at the scene.
As she picked it up and examined it, she was no longer had any doubt about that the man with the black face mask was the assassin. The bullet casing had the same symbol she had seen earlier on the coffee cup etched unto it.
As she thought more about that her attention moved on to the case which was down on the floor, moving closer to the case she went down to open the case and it was a sniper disassembled, “Got you!” as she spoke to herself the officers had arrived with her partner amongst them looking around at the remains of the fight scene before looking back at Naa.
Back in the secret room under the Thompson Manor Hank had just arrived taking off his hood, mask and goggles before seating before his computer looking at a red dot which was moving across a map. Unknown to the reaper during the earlier battle Hank had managed to place a tracker on him allowing him now to find his base of operations.
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