Unfriendly encounter

"Long time has it been, but i've heard of Ivan's death, and I thought of you. Well, I want that money. Hows your friend, Graven? I heard he's been screwed by a youth. Amusing."

Lance could only grind his teeth, he hated talking to the person he was talking to right now, and for one good reason, (not only because he made a terrable conversation) Graven was ordered dead by him. Probably just so he could laugh at Lance. 

"Screw it, show your fat ass to me, I swear on Graven's grave I'll hit you in the head. One shot kill."

Are you sure about that? Haven't you figured out why ESS isn't making you dance...yet...?

Lance was quite interested, no amount of money from Jack Smiles would ever stop ESS from shooting him... Unless...

"You gave them it, didn't you?" Lance said, with a small hint of astonishment in his eyes. 

"I am a man of deals and commerce, not of death. I wouldn't dare give them the key. I would loose a lot too ya know!" stated Mr. Smiles, amazed Lance would even think he would do such an action that would cost him 100 of lives.

"Lance, you should know I'm not that cruel. ESS, Im refusing the last part of the deal. You don't get safe passage." The leader of ESS didn't have time to turn around and relize that they were trapped by a circle of helicopters armed with 2 snipers and 1 las gun each. There were at least 20 of em, and no sniper would ever be able to fight out when their enemy have such big advantages. 

"Mr Smiles, you are certainly not a man of your word, but I don't fear death." It was at that moment that the leader of Elite Sniper Squad's 3 year practice in reflexes paid off. 4 shot spread. The shots did kill a human, but not John Smiles. They killed his body guard. The body Guard was also his brother, the last family member he had that he hadn't bankrupt and killed. 

Lance watched the brawl as snipers began shooting helicopters, but Lance had a worst situation, as did his new partner standing next to him. How the hell they were going to get away from a acre full of chaos and small wars. They would have to wait for it to end. Why not go kill a few 'copters in the procces? 

Lance began to shoot at the pilots of the armed and dangerous 'copters while his partner climbed to the top of the building where the Leader of ESS was and began to fight. With the ESS.

He began at close quarters, and knocked everyone out of his way down. 

"Sit down bitch" he screamed as he shot the engine of a helicopter and it exploded into, what would seem far away, like fireworks.

2-Not even close to perfect

When Jacob explained how he assassinated Ivan, the only emotion that went threw Lance's lethal body were happy thoughts. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to be like that for a while. Graven's dead face jumped back to Lance's memory. Get the combination for Ivan's safe then kill Lance, Jacob thought. Lance had different ideas of who was going to die that day. 

That was when Lance's keen vision was Finlay of a use in this world. He saw a rookie cop with a exposed badge. Shit!!! Lance thought, as he realized it was a set up. Lance would have to wait to kill Jacob. 

Jacob followed Lance's vision and also saw the cops. The locked eyes, and had a understanding. Personal business later, defend our lives now. Lance drew his AK 47 just as fast as Jacob took out a gas mask and a pack of grenades. That's when the firing started. Lance quickly took cover right behind Jacob, and used his shoulder as a rest for him. The first grenades sparkled brilliantly and fragged about 3 police officers who were next to a car... What the hell were the police academies for if you can 'nade one car and have 3 officers dead in a single stroke of the arm and pulling out a pin? 

Lance then realized something that only made his situation worse. Which made it terrible. The march behind him was more than a few dozen police officers. Marines. Some of the hardest to take down, and it takes a while too. Lance immediately went to close quarters and engaged 19 marines with two fists. One of them actually started to run away. Just when Lance thought his day couldn't possibly get worse, he realized the fight wasn't going to last very long. There were 12 snipers on 3 buildings taken aim. Then Lance had to smile. He got a call on his cell phone? The caller ID was what made his day not as terrible. Before he could get to his phone in his pocket, while fending off 16 marines left, he saw something. He wasn't shooting, but the marines and police officers were being... sniped? Confused, Lance glanced at his phone. ESS. Perfect, thought Lance, the Elite Sniper Squad. That explains the friendly fire against the marines and police... Then Lance was scared. Why would they help him? The last time he encountered them, he nearly killed half their squad. There were 40 of them, after they met Lance and Graven, there were only 4. They 'disappeared'... Into a grave- joked the deadly child. He quickly charged after the rest of Marines, he highly doubted that the ESS would shoot him, they probably wanted him alive. 

That was when the day was his worst ever. Every law enforcement officer was shot, right in the head, at the same time. A sign of defeat. Lance picked up his phone and flinged it open. 

"What do you want, ESS?" A chuckle from the other line, then the phone hanged up. Lance glanced at Jacob. Jacob was incredibly scared when he heard ESS. Lance pointed towards the roof tops, where they were being viewed in cross hairs by 3 dozen snipers.    

A speaker called, suprising loud; "Lance- you owe us!" Lance was amazed, they helped him without wanting revenge for the loss of 4 of their best men? Then his joyful moment faded when he heard "Jacob?! I guess we will do the gods a favor and finish this for them..."

The ESS were a very spiritual group, to say the least. They believed the Greek gods, Ares, Apollo, and Hades wanted them to kill ones that had sinned or done wrong doing. Lance laughed incredibly hard. "Hey ESS, shoot him! See if I give a damn?" 

36 shots, that formed the public health sign, with 2 red snakes around some sort of pin. Red bullets? ESS was definitely getting more creative with how to kill people. That's when his phone rang, but when he looked at the caller ID, the first thing that went to his mind was 'This is definitely not even close to perfect...'

1- Invalid promises

It wasn't exactly a nice day. Needless to say, it was pouring. The only thing Lance could hear were doctors talking of the body guards health status. He had herd something that had deeply troubled him many times. Time of death. 

Lance knew that everything wasn't as it seemed, and guessed that the doctors were betting on when Graven would die. Grinning, Lance walked over to the doctor's computer and wrote down the names of the doctors. When he got board he might as well hunt them down. 

The doctor trolled up to Lance. He was about 200 pounds and had absolutely no muscle what so ever. "It'll be fine kiddo, just buckle y'all down and hope for da best", the fat doctor spoke with a Texas accent.

Lance, being the smart ass he is, replied "Yeppidy that's right-" then cut himself off and his smile went to a frown, "Now go get your paycheck while you are alive..." the doctor laughed at him. Probably the worst thing he could do, maybe because Lance wasn't kidding when he said 'while you are alive'. A 5 shot spread was all it took, two to the head and 3 in the chest. 

Lance blew his gun and went back to writing down all the underpaid doctor's names. 

~~~Moscow, Russia~~~

It certainly wasn't Ivan's best day ever, today he had lost one of his biggest investments. Ivan was, with the littlest strain of the word, illegal. He owned a body guard training center, controlled half of the drug trafficking in the world, and thousands had died at his hand. His body guards were legal though, and brought in a huge income.

That is why his day was bad. Groven, the teacher of some of the best body guards had died. Terrible for him, because no one would get a body guard that can't protect, its like buying a train and letting a 7 year old drive it. 

Ivan popped a few more pills then went back to analyzing the statistics for the income of body guards over the past year, and what they were expected to be the following year. Down 93%. 

Most people say "He died happy" but for Ivan, that wasn't the case. The last thing he saw was his biggest source of income die. Jacob laughed, then headed towards the original painting of the Mona Lisa. Ivan was quite rich. Four shots to someones head could end a empire of illegal businesses. Well that was just proven. Jacob tore the painting to his side, the 130 million dollars that painting was worth was worth absolutely nothing to what he was opening right now. 

He was about to become the richest man in the world, but first, he had to make a unexpected stop to a friend in Scotland. Lance. Probably the best person he could see right now. He thought he would get a warm welcoming. Unfortunately for him, Lance had other ideas. Lance was going to avenge his lost friend, Graven.

~~~Scotland, 2 hours later~~~

Lance quickly cleaned up the evidence and left the hospital in a ambulance, with a body in the back of it. Graven was to have a real burial, the last thing he wanted was to be shown on the news as a rich kid with no one to protect him. He would be on the top of the world's hit list. 

Quickly, he rushed down the highway. He was going to get to his house alive, god help any drunk driver that gets near him (Lance hated drinkers, alcohol had ruined some of the smartest minds in the world). He glanced threw the mirror to the back of the van. Thats when it happened. Something moved in the back seat.

Lance was becoming way to gullable, it wasn't Groven in the back seat, rather an old friend. Someone he didn't want to see, to say the least, in the back of the car. When Lance saw his face, he hit the brake, stopped 2 miles worth of traffic, and pounced onto Jacob.

"Shit man, calm down" cried Jacob, like a little coward. "We can settle this! I just pulled off Ivan, he's dead man, get the hell off me for bloody sake!".

Lance's brain rushed. Ivan, and dead. Two words he thought he would never hear in the same sentence. He let go of Jacobs collar, which by now, was ripped all the way down his shirt. 

"Damnet Lance, I just got this shirt" complained Jacob, more pissed off at his shirt then the appreciation that Lance didn't shoot him right then and there. It's not like Jacob didn't hear about any of the hundreds of crimes that were somehow linked to Lance. All Lance was going to admit was his Lawyers were bloody damn good. Or rather, his money went to good use with the Jury. David Gallanskii (one of the selected jurors) was living it up in Los Angles with 3 wives and a collection of racing cars. To say the least, the police were very annoyed of how he got so much money. The investigator that was looking into Lance was killed in 4 days. Lance's lawyers were so good they got the court to believe that a 4 year old pushed a 41 year old man down a flight of stairs and off a railing, of course, it didn't nearly happen that way.