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Mei and Ido trudged across the plain golf course. It was easy to get in, but to take the shot was gonna be harder. With such an open range with little coverage, there was no way they could hide behind something.

Last time they missed every shot, only nicking the old tub of lards ear. So this was their redemption shot! Literally. This time left even less room for error.

”You got everything and remember the plan, right?” Mei asked, glancing towards Ido as he adjusted his sun hat. They had to blend in of course.

The other simply nodded with a ‘mhm’ sound. Confirming he understood exactly what needed to be done.

The sun pounded down on top of the two assassins. The clean cut grass under their shoes felt too even. And the guns under their dresses bumped against their thighs and skirts.

There were no body guards in direct sight to be a problem. So the plan, currently, and hopefully would go as so. The two would get close enough to Trump, quickly take aim, and shoot! Couldn’t be any simpler. 

As they crossed the field the suspense increased. Meis hand brushed across the top of his skirt, where under the gun was. Ido meanwhile kept his eyesight right on the former president.

Once in range Mei quickly yanked his gun from its handle, taking it out of its holster on his thigh. Aiming it for the old man’s head. Ido in unison pulled his own from his own leg.

Though it only took a few seconds before their plan went down in flames. And this time they didn’t even get a shot in!

Mei felt something hit his hand, causing him to drop the gun. His eyes immediately locked onto said hand just to see a bullet wound.

”Fuck!” Mei lurched back, grabbing the wounded hand. The bullet had gone clean through, leaving a no less than gory hole in his hand.

Ido unfocused his vision and turned to Mei. He quickly swiveled and looked up, only to meet the glassed eyes of a civil service member. In turn he quickly grabbed Meis upper arm and yanked him along and away.

There was nothing to take cover behind or under, it was a plain run to safety. A run where they just had to hope to not get shot.

It was a good thing they’d worn actual running shoes rather than their usual boots. Though knowing them they’d probably still be able to run in those, just less practical.

Ido somehow managed to get the two across and back out of the golf course without anymore bullet wounds. Sometimes dodging food from the other Shiki members during dinner was useful, like when your running from bullets.

”Oh yeah Isou is gonna actually kill us this time.” Mei grumbled as he held his hand, inspecting the bloody wound.

”I hope not, I had a good dinner plan.” Ido commented as he pulled out his phone, sliding his thumb over the screen as he scrolled through his contacts. Though before he could even call to inform Isou, he’d called him.

”Is he calling no-“

”You two, hurry back here right now or I swear I’ll have a bounty on both of your heads.” Isou threatened over the phone. Tapping his foot impatiently on the tile floor of his laboratory.