A simple job

The Russian was sitting in a hotel room suite, a old safe house of his from his former line of work. Several cellphones were hooked up to a laptop, the internet on a secure bandwidth. Suddenly, a message appeared on the secure connection. A job offering with good payment and benefits. Good. All he had to do was kill some cartel bastards and that was it. Bayman knew he had the advantage. Better trained. Better equipped. They were mostly just thugs with military grade weapons. Him? He was ex-spetsnaz. Former Russian special operations.

As night began to fall and the former spetsnaz spending his time to collect the information he wanted through atrocious methods of interrogation, he found himself upon one of the rivaling cartel leaders in his personal territory. For a small cartel leader, the house was rather half-assedly guarded. Bayman loaded his G36c assault rifle before attaching a suppressor to the barrel to keep his fired rounds as quiet as possible. One by one, the sentries fell until the soldier entered the house, stalking his pray. The cartel head turned around once in his room, his voice cracking when he saw death approaching him.

"Who the hell are you?! What are you doing?!"

"I'm taking out the trash." With that, the blade of a stolen machete came down upon the Mexican's neck. The former spetsnaz tore one of the eyes out, putting a small plastic bag with a number to one of his secure lined cellphones for back at his headquarters after discarding the severed head in a dumper as instructed. Now the animal would return to his safe house and await farther instructions.

------> Bayman's hideout [Mexico City]

The Russian took to the streets once more after he collected more information on three more potential targets. It was the least he could do after missing his phone call. This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake on leaving the secure cellphone at the safe house, though it wouldn't be as hard to track it now; which may serve as a problem for him in the future. No matter. He'd be able to handle it. Word from the chief of police was that a cartel head by the name of Hector Cortez was going to a private event at a nightclub near the outskirts of town. That $15,000 for the security details he bought was nothing compared to the money he'd be making if the job he was aiming for would work out as expected. The former Spetsnaz soldier placed some C4 near the road to take out the first vehicle in the small convoy that would be escorting the Cartel head. The second security vehicle wouldn't be much harder. A duster jacket hid the G36c assault rifle with a under barrel grenade launcher attachment. That would be his method of taking out the second vehicle. He was unsure of which vehicle Hector would be so when all else fails... kill everyone in sight.

Right on schedule. The small convoy came into view. The Russian took cover, fixing a bandana to cover the lower half of his face with pitch black sunglasses to hide his eyes. When the first vehicle got into possession, the ex-spetsnaz detonated the C4 which cased the SUV to fly into the air and backwards into the sedan that was in the center of the convoy. Bayman quickly moved out of cover, drawing the G36c out from under the duster, moving forward with the assault rifle in hand. The russian ripped open each vehicle door open he could find, executing everyone he came across with the G36c, noticing the final vehicles soldiers coming out. Bayman turned quickly, firing a hail storm of armor piercing rounds into the vehicle to make sure everyone was dead. The Russian calmly made his way to the last vehicle, inspecting the body of a deceased Hector Cortez before delivering a single chop to the neck of the cartel leader. Grabbing the head by the hair with a few fingers and running off into the alleyway he came from; the ex-spetsnaz discarded the decapitated head into one of the dumpsters with a note in the eye socket with the same number as before. The note was written: "I apologize for not answering your call previously. I left my secure phone at my safe house while digging up more information three more potential targets, two once you get this message. If you choose to call me back now, I will have the secure line with me this time." From there, he hid his equipment under his duster coat again. Two heads delivered and two to go.

(OOC: Still a bit short and vague compared to Lenka's, but it's barely doable. Please try to expand a little bit more when you're in the cartel, i expect missions to not be this Baby-Easy. Ex. How did you know they'd be going through there? If info was this easy to obtain, the cops would've beat you to catching these Cartel Heads. How was it that you knew exactly which vehicle he'd be in? Btw, how did you just own a million dollar looking house in Mexico? I was also told your character was suppose to be in a Hellsing dungeon, sooo i don't even... And will i expect you to post really late like the last time? Idk, the future is just not looking too good.)