Upon Collision

"P1, you f*cked up big time! There's 3 cops closing in on your left and an independent unit on your right. The minister's vehicle pulled onto the private highway and the main road to the city has been blocked off. I don't know how but they got on to you, so you're gonna have to fix this mess. Do you copy."
"Yes Q4 i got you. Call in P3 to handle to cops, i don't feel like dealing with those small fry. Also, knock me up with quickest route to the embassy."
"Got it. Oh and P1?"

'Yeh?"
"We're counting on you. I want this man dead."
"Consider it done."

The young man sighed and continued on his black motorcycle, zooming past all the frustrated drivers stuck there in traffic. He mentally cursed himself for using the new helmet Chippy got him. Chippy was the groups computer whiz, a complete genius for his age. He adapted this new software, sort of resembling that of Google glass. It displayed across the screen of the biking helmet, a road map, as well as a general internet search, but the beauty of it was was the fact that it could not have been tracked by the government, due to whatever it was Chippy had done. That little genius and just throwing his life away. They all were...they were so young and talented and just throwing their lives away on the wrong side of the law.

It was moments like this when the young man questioned himself, what was he doing this for. What would it be like to live like a normal teen. To be able to sleep at night without the nightmares, or to be able to walk the streets without constantly having your guard up or being on the look out for..for anything! He heaved a big sigh for the last time and did what he always did; he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head, and took on a determined aura. Today he was going to assassinate the Minister of Finance.

Everyone was counting on him, after all he is the most talented killer in the group and possibly the most famous. P1 was his rank, ranked the highest after the commander out of 7 assassins. P1, P2, P3, Q1, Q2, Q3, Q4 . They were all anonymous to each other, knew their identities only by rank, well, everyone except for Chippy. Although none of them met Chippy in person, P1 had. They were actually pretty close. They had similar yet different backgrounds, and they loved each other like brothers.

It was Chippy who informed P1 of his new 'identity'. A little over a year ago, when the government had decided to make some serious investigations into the assassinations, it was P1 who always put his life on the line. Always showing up to his 'jobs' on a black motorcycle, black helmet, black combat boots, black jeans, black t-shirt and black leather jacket, black gloves, as well as his black duffle bag full of equipment. He earned himself the name, 'Ghost Rider', he was ever anonymous, no one knew his face, his name or anything about him, but they feared him all the same.

"Hey Ghost!"
"Ya Chippy."
"Cool. This thing is working."
"What did i tell you about testing your new shit while i'm on the bike?"
"Yea yea wadev...oh how's that new helmet coming around."
"I'ts cool but really annoying, i'm driving and looking at a game screen-"
"It's not a game screen."
"and every thing is just-"
"Okay i get the point..i'll modify it when you get back."

P1 resisted the urge to mention 'If i get back' and just kept on riding.

"So just to update you, P3 has the cops distracted and well, I was bored so i messed with the other unit's GPS a bit and well, let's just say they've made a U-turn. Look to your left do you see a Quick-mart?"
He looked up and sure enough there was a quick-mart. "Yeah i see it what about it."

"Oh nothing..i just wanted to know if you saw the quick mart...i tapped into their camera system the other day, there's this super cute blonde who-"
"Chippy!"
"Oh right yeh..sorry. Take the first left on your second right."

Now logically these instructions don't make sense, but working with Chippy for so long, you kind of get accustomed.
"One..two...good and first left. Dude this looks like some kind of back alley."
"G you up for some stunts?"
"What no! What do you mean if i'm -"

He cut himself off as he found himself riding up a plank and wheeling his way up to the platform awaiting him, mumbling profanities along the way biting his lip ring every now and then for extra concentration.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed one he reached the top.
"You're welcomed."

He got off his bike and shrugged his duffel bag off his shoulders, taking in the scenery before him. It was like a two-story roof top.There was a steep, narrow, ladder like, metal stair case which led up to the roof top, and from there, he could see the embassy, not too far from there..shooting range. He could clearly make out the platform, and the entering guests and chairpersons, or whoever other stocked-up, bossy fools met for this conference.

He looked to his right and saw the city with all their tall buildings, fading into the horizon. It was about midday, meaning the meeting should start anytime now. This also meant that the security would tighten up and no doubt about it, there would be a chopper. So, time to hide the bike. Holding on to the railings, he slid down, not bothering to walk down all those stairs. When he reach back down, he really took the place in.

There was this dark corner looking like someone had attempted to build a shed, which was covered in weeds and vines. To his right, at the edge of the roof top there was a sturdy plank of wood resting against the small wall, like an incline.

Chippy's voice came through his helmet. "Ok, you found it. Just in case you're not up to going back down the way you came, you can always escape off there, but there's a bit of a gap you'd need to cross to get onto the roof of the adjacent building, but i know you got the drill on lock down. As soon as you finish up and reach....here"
Chippy paused to type something, bringing up images of the locations on P1's helmet as he spoke," i suggest you go against the traffic and pull onto the side street.....here."

"Chippy? Calm down, i made it okay without all this crazy technology before."

"Okay enough chit chat. There's a 'copter coming your way from 5 o'clock where you stand at exactly 92.57 km/h. Get your a*s moving and hide your bike where you see the abandoned shed. There's a blanket of shrubbery you can use just for extra hiding..or throw it over yourself or something."
"Gotcha."

P1 could hear the worry in Chippy's voice. Who could blame him. There was this one time, he almost got cornered. He ended up engaging in hand to hand combat. None to say the least Chippy almost crapped himself. As soon as the chopper passed, P1 got into action.

"Chippy, tap me into that meeting i need to hear every word, and don't interrupt."
"On it."
And just like that he was listening to the proceedings as he set up his equipment.
"...before he comes on stage. Please give a round of applause for Mr. Ge*static*. He's a young and extremely talented person, and the son of our Head of Security, Mr. Don Way. Mr. Ge*static* will be taking over in leading the investigations of these recent assassinations. Now without further ado, please welcome our Minister of Finance."

This was it. He didn't turn on the laser of his gun...yet, but instead aimed and relaxed. His mind was racing with all the possible outcomes, as he slowly put his finger on the trigger.

A chopper could pass and spot him. The target could make an unexpected move. He could miss. Someone could spot the laser.

The seconds seemed to pass agonizingly slow, as he breathed in and out, slowly releasing the air in his lungs and brought his index finger to the trigger. He lay on his stomach while the tripod supported the gun.He reminded himself that in a few seconds all hell would break loose.
One bullet was all it would take to send the world into chaos.
One bullet was all he had to get this right.
One chance.

This was it.
3.........2........1

In the space of 2.5 seconds, P1 flipped o the laser to secure his aim, adjusted to suit and pulled the trigger, not hesitation. He did not even wait to see if the target was dead. He ducked and ran back to the stair case, holding on to the railings and sliding down. He had already packed his equipment messily into the duffel back was by now backing up on his motorcycle for his acceleration.
"Here we go..Chippy i need you." And with that, he pulled off, the bike speeding onto the make-shift ramp, soaring through the air, over onto the next door building.

"Teeter-totter hun." Chippy said. P1 hook his feet on the side of his bike and began hoping down the staircase on the side of the building in a teeter-totter motion til he landed on the ground.

"Left!" He took the first left he saw. By now his heart was pumping in his chest and he was breathing heavily. The adrenaline that flowed through his veins each time he murdered a target was incredible. The rush, the release, it was all just so overwhelming. He zoomed through cars, shops, until he came to the freeway.

"You're not serious Chippy." He came up to a road block. White and blue lights stretching across the entrance to the freeway. "I ain't going down that easily." He revved the bike and sped up.
"Oh no! it's Ghost!" one person shouted.
"Stand your ground men!"
P1 smirked answering the statement with a smirk. "Yeah i'm standing my ground...don't worry."

He hoisted the motorbike into the bonnet of the police car, leaning his weight forward and used the wind shield as a ramp to propel himself in the air. Once in the air, he shifted his center of gravity to his chest, and used this basis as an axis to flip in the air and then braced himself for the impact with the ground, before taking off once more, leaving the police dumbfounded and afraid.
"Chh..useless f*cks." He spat.
"Watch your language!" Chippy warned.

"Good. Now that you're all cleared..for now, you on the freeway, approximately 7 km down you'll see a trailer truck with the back open and ramp down, ride straight up there and chill..the rest shouldn't be complicated."
"Cool."
P1 increased his speed to cover the distance quicker. Once he saw the truck, he slowed down considerably and mounted it, riding into darkness. He stepped off the bike as the door behind him slammed shut and then the trailer was almost immediately in motion.

"Oh and Ghost?" Chippy said.
"Yeah?"
"You're about to meet your apprentice."
"What?"

"P1?" came the familiar voice.
"Hey. yeah that's me." It took a little while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, before he could make out the tall, muscular figure with deep piercing blue eyes.
"I'm Q4. Nice to finally meet you."

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"I'm home!" He yelled to no one in particular before answering himself, "welcome back." He really did have a run around with the police, it was now 10pm. "Uhhh!" he exclaimed dropping down onto a couch pushing his hands to his face and dragging them downwards, almost like he was trying to wipe the sleepiness and guilt off his face.

He slouched and looked to his left where his helmet laid and sighed. "What am i doing? grrr!" The double lives were getting to him. But he'd think about that another time, for now, he was back to being an ordinary, lame 17 yr old who had a shitload of homework to do.

Sighing, he pulled himself up to his feet and dragged his body over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Waiting for it to heat up, he began to strip. When he was in his boxers, he examined his slim yet muscular body in the big mirror. His fingers lightly traced the faint bruises on his chest and stomach from various job accidents and mishaps...or fights he got into at school.

He leaned onto the sink examining his face. His eyes fell over all his features, from his over grown, dark brown quarter italian hair, to his thick yet thin and somewhat neat eyebrows, his thin nose bridge, his thin lips and he beloved lip ring, observing all the imperfection of his skin, before darting back up to look at the reflection of his eyes in the mirror. He wasn't sure if he got his golden-green eyes from his mum or his dad...but it didn't exactly matter, did it? He stared into his dead eyes, possibly searching for some form of life, some kind of heart, something to prove that he was still alive, but as the shower heated up and the glass began to frost, he looked himself deep in the eyes and said,
"Frank Iero, you're still uncool." And with that, he stepped in the shower.

Notes

xXSo this is the preview chapter not really the actual story. This story will begin...uuhhh sometime in the future, but for now, please comment and let me know what you think, subscribe so you can know when i update it again, rate and vote..Thanks for reading.Xx
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