Thread: The Dead of Space (Komically x Darksppd)

Danix clutched the heavy jacket to his body and looked around. It had only been a few days on this backwater planet and he was already eager to get the job over with. A simple hit, paid through a faceless client's fake identity on the Extranet. It looked easy enough. The target was a middle aged man named, Tobian Hallian, who used to work in the insurance industry before several legal allegations arose from clients that could see him bankrupted or behind bars. Instead of facing the music like a man, he ran to neutral territory. Of all the places he could've chosen, why did it have to be this remote ranchertrapper colony out on the Rim? The planet was just barely within the habitable zone of the petite star it orbited, and only got enough radiant heat to have seasons where the temperature was tolerable to decent folk. The planet, nicknamed Locker, was covered in a dense coniferous forest, and almost always had snow on the ground. It's vast oceans remained warm enough to support life, and the summers were the only time the snow melted away to a barren ground. Only hardy life could survive here. And that it did. Home to a plethora of indigenous species, humanity found that the meats those animals provided and the furs they had were well worth a colony. Granted, the total permenant human population on the planet was less than one hundred thousand, and the rest were vagrants, scientists, tourists, and people like he and his partner. Guns for hire. He and Sabine had tracked Hallian across several systems before finding out that he had a home here on Locker, out in the forest on a massive tract of land. The man was paranoid, and for good reason. From the scouting they had done, he had a large electric fence on the border of his property, and paid a private military for a couple squads to protect him and his land. The house itself was fairly large, a two story home that seemed to replicate a homely midwestern ranch home from the 20th century, back on Earth. It was going to be a tougher job because of this, but after days, they had learned that he goes into the main colony to purchase groceries once a month, according to some locals. And today was that day. Danix had offered to follow him on foot while Sabine watched through the scope of a high-powered rifle. When Danix gave the word, Sabine was to put Hallian down with one shot to the back. When he was down, Danix was going to offer help, and drag him to an alley where he could slit his throat, get the evidence their client needed, and leave the body to freeze. Here, they only had to worry about an investigation if they stuck around. One dead freeloader wasn't going to bother the local authorities too much, especially if they didn't make a habit of murdering people there. Get ready to make the shot, Danix whispered into his communicator, staying a block behind the target, He's going to go by an alleyway up ahead. Danix was dressed out of his comfort zone. Normally, he wore feminine clothing, either tight-fitting apparel or something else of a feminine nature. This job required more than that. He was dressed in a padded combat suit that they had sourced locally, and over it, a massive coat so he could conceal a pistol since firearms were outlawed on the colony. Over his face, he wore a mask so that nobody could ID him later. The mask was bonded to his face, so that it appeared natural but could come off when he was ready. Hallian seemed oblivious to the hit out on him, and walked quite casually. He was alone, and it was a work day so the streets were relatively empty. When they finally got to a location where nobody was directly looking. Danix whispered, Take the shot.