Drip - Part 2 : RPG

PARIS

The shadows shifted slightly as a man walked past. His cologne was strong and defined, and as he strode away, the smell lingered in the air. The shadows dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

A few hours earlier.

"Mikepool?"

Silence on the other end of the line.
"Hold on a sec."

Typing could be heard. Fade stayed statuesque, not moving a single muscle as he sat upon the impossibly angled roof. He had his gear with him. A mixture of guns, grenades, and blades, Fade's usual get-up. D.E.A.T.H had been assigned to take care of an important job, one that would put their lives in immense danger. There had been two targets. The Mercenary, their boss, had decided to go off at the first one, leaving the second target to Fade.
The second target had been the infamous Mikepool, a potential psycho that seemed an almost carbon copy of the Mercenary. Although the two had never officially met, there was quite some animosity between them. Rival Mercs.
Fade was slightly confused as to why the Mercenary himself had not taken Mike. The Puzzler's Tower was a labyrinth of booby-traps. Fade was excellent at stealth. Not to mention his super speed. That was of course a handy asset.

"Okay, so you are in Paris right now, correct? He's down by the beach somewhere relaxing in the moonlight with his wife."

Fade stood, his perfect balance not for one moment allowing the possibility of a fall. He began walking towards the ledge, all-the-while listening to Rodent.

"She's Clara Mass. You'll need to complete the mission when he's not near her. She's a fighter."

Fade crouched at the ledge, looking at the beach that lay a few blocks from him. He would be there in a few seconds.

"And remember, get what we came for, then get out. Rodent, signing off."

Fade tapped his com-link and it switched off. Taking a slow breath, he leaned backwards, as one might do before diving into a pool. The moonlight glinting off of his ancient visor, he blurred for a moment, and then was gone.

Now.

Mikepool strode purposefully down the long and fine street, ignoring the exotic French women that winked at him. Not far behind him, a dark figure slithered from shadow to shadow, clothed in stealth. Fade zipped carefully from alleyway to alleyway, from roof to roof, keeping close, yet far enough from the man.Where exactly his was walking to, Fade was unaware. His movement patterns had been similar to that of an avoidance technique. He knew he was being followed.

Fade took a chance and appeared in an alley just ahead of Mikepool. He waited, ready for a fight. He tensed, he could no longer hear Mike''s footsteps. He focused his hearing, and could hear the distinct thumping of a heartbeat.

Right Behind him.

Fade ducked low, legs spread, as bullets tattooed the wall where his head had just been. He rolled swiftly across the alley, appearing behind Mike. He pounced at him, his speed propelling him through the air. With a scary calm detachment, he aimed an elbow at Mike's temple, then regardless of the success of the first attack, he continued with a double roundhouse, aimed directly at the collarbone. After that he would land crouched, to deliver a lethal leg sweep.
For D.E.A.T.H!

He was being followed, he almost hadn't noticed his pursuer, he caught his reflection in a storefront window... barely. He was good, sticking to the shadows. He felt the presence of someone watching him seem to disappear and quickly took up a position in an alley. Suddenly the figure appeared before him, waiting for him to pass the alley. Nice try he thought to himself. Pulling a handgun from it's holster, he kept a round in the chamber, no need to cock it and alert this man. Just as he began to apply pressure to the trigger the man ducked down low. Causing the rounds to strike the wall of a nearby building harmlessly.  
 
"Well aren't you the sneaky one..." he chuckles. Suddenly the man was behind him, leaping towards him. "Huh... fast too..."  
 
Seeing the incoming blow directed towards his temple Mike ducked as it fell overhead but as he rose up was hit in the chest by the first of two round house kicks. He managed to block the second one and leap into the air in time to avoid the sweeping leg kick that followed.  
 
"OK... no more mister nice Mike..."  
 
Before the assailant can strike again Mike sends a kick towards his attackers face as a distraction, following it up with a swift kick towards the neck. leveling his pistol and firing off the remainder of his clip at the masked man's chest, then ejecting the spare mag and sliding a fresh one into place. 

Mikepool evaded the elbow but was unable to avoid the solid roundhouse that sent spittle flying from the corners of his mouth. The second kick was expertly swatted away. He even dodged the swift sweep, coming down to almost stomp on Fade's leg.

Before Fade can adjust, a heavy boot slams into his face, the momentum causing his head to turn, but the rest of his body remains stable. Fade tried to dodge the second kick at his neck but failed, managing to redirect the impact at his shoulder. The distinct click of a gun being cocked, and Fade tensed.

He did a series of back-flips, in the space of a few seconds he had cleared a large distance between them, evading every single bullet that had been fired at him. He crouches low as he comes to a stop, skidding across the cobble stoned alley floor texture. Fade had not expected the man to be quite so fast, as he was accustomed to being the swift one in fights. Remaining calm and objective, he blurred again.

Mikepool was disorientated for a brief moment.

Fade appeared in the air above his head, a wakizashi gripped tightly in both hands, knees bent. He brings the blade down at Mike's spine, aiming to cleave it apart. He then lands in a split, attempting an expert slice at the back of Mike's legs. He then does a full back-flip where in half leap, he launches the wakizashi at the small Mike's spine. It would temporarily paralyze him.