Grosse Point Professional Chapter 9

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Fandom: Grosse Point Blank/ The Professional
Title: Grosse Point Professional Chapter 9
Author: Smeagol92055
Characters: Léon, Martin Blank
Category: Crossover
Rating: R (Language, Violence)
Spoilers: Only if you haven't seen either of the films...
Summary: Léon prepares to spring the trap as Martin fights for his life.
Word Count: 279
Disclaimer: I don't own either Grosse Point Blank or The Professional; this work is intended as an homage only and is not for personal gain or monetary benefit.  Keep lawyers in check plz.
Author’s Note: I know I haven't updated in forever; please forgive me and enjoy this (admittedly short) chapter.

 

Léon pulled his hat down low over his forehead and scanned the crowd. There didn’t seem to be any assassins in the airport, but that meant nothing. An assassin didn’t need to actually be in the same room to kill you; Léon knew that one from personal experience.

Everything in his years of killing professionally screamed that this was a bad idea; an airport was a bad place for a killer to be. Better to take trains, private cars, anything but an airplane.

 

Back when he worked for Vic, Léon had had a target, a man with the Japanese Yakuza. The man had come to New York on business for his mob and had killed some important people. Drug traffickers, to be sure, scum, but Vic wanted a message sent.

When the Japanese man had arrived at the airport to go back home, Léon had casually slipped a bomb into his briefcase after it had gone through security and then left the airport.

The explosion of the private plane on the tarmac was all over the news for weeks; Léon had had to move…

 

Léon had moved into the apartment building where she lived with her family.

 

Shaking himself out of his reverie, Léon reminded himself that he was being too paranoid; whoever was behind this obviously wanted Léon dead, but not seriously enough to take out a big name against him. No, it was more likely that he was being manipulated into some sort of confrontation or trap… so taking a plane was relatively safe.

Relatively.

 

Nothing was absolute in this dangerous little game.

 

Léon scanned the crowd again as he waited for his flight to be called.

Comments

[aguynamedgoo.livejournal.com]

Huh...sorry about that. For some reason the "leon" tag never shows up until after you comment. *Kicks it* I'll tinker with it when I get a free moment to make sure it doesn't happen again.

[smeagol92055.livejournal.com]

I think the problem is that I use the special character "é" when posting "Léon" in the tag. It takes a while for the system to realize what it is I'm trying to say.

I'll just enter "leon" from now on; that should fix the tagging problem.
Sorry about my snappish comeback; I was a little frustrated myself.