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Author: Smeagol92055
Fandoms: Grosse Point Blank, The Professional
Genre: Drama/Action
Warnings: Brief language, adult content including strong violence
Pairings: none as of chapter 8
Characters: Martin Blank, Léon, Grocer
Summary: Both Léon and Martin Blank have been targeted by a mysterious killer, someone both men may know... Now, with the trap sprung and failed assassination attempts on both men, how long will it be until fate brings these two legendary hitmen toegether in an explosive partnership?
As he breached the surface of the water, he smashed into a rock, snapping a few ribs. Waves of agonizing pain washed over him, spots dancing before his eyes.
The river carried him swiftly along, but he managed to reach out with his good arm and snag an overhanging limb from a tree on the bank. For a moment, the limb creaked alarmingly as if it would snap under his weight, but it held.
Thank God for small miracles… Martin thought to himself as he dragged himself slowly to the rocky bank. Turning over on his back, he gingerly felt his side. Three broken ribs, maybe four… I’ve got to get to a hospital, somewhere I can find out how bad it is.
As amazing it was that the fall hadn’t killed him, Martin wasn’t foolish enough to believe he’d be any more alive if he didn’t start moving soon; ghouls usually worked alone, but for someone like him, there were probably multiple killers on his trail. If he didn’t get his ass in gear and get going, someone would find him on this riverbank and put a round between his eyes for him.
Martin lurched to his feet, and after securing his broken arm to his side by tearing off his sleeve and fashioning it into a makeshift sling, began his slow and agonizing trek along the rivers’ edge.
Gotta find someone who can help me… these assholes are too organized, too many steps ahead of me. Gotta find… Léon.