Darc simply strolled down the hallway, listening to the voices get louder till he could tell they were directly around the corner ahead of him. As Darc approached the corner, he flattened himself against the wall and barely peeked around the corner wanting to get a glimpse of the two patrollmen to see if he could get the jump on them. However, right as he looked around the corner, one of the two agents had just turned to start walking in Darc's direction. As such, he immediately caught a glimpse of Darc and shouted, "Freeze, stop right there! Who are you?!"
A wicked grin spread across Darc's face as he darted around the corner towards the agents before they could do anything else. He lept into the air and twisted, throwing out a leg and landing a blow on the side of the other guard's head, the one that had barely begun to turn around, then sent him sprawling into the first guard that had shouted. The two agents slammed into the wall but managed to recover fairly quickly. However, Darc was already in action; sweeping the legs out from under the second agent, then spinning to land kick at the first agent's knee. It wasn't strong enough to break the man's leg, but definitely strong enough to buckle the agent to the ground in serious pain.
Darc didn't give either of them any time to recover, landing a punch into the side of the first agent's face with enough force to leave him sprawled on the ground. Immediately after that Darc shot to the ground, landing on top of the second agent, placing his left knee into the man's back, while keeping his right foot on top of the agent's right hand. Darc slammed his fist into the side of the agent's face, then grabbed the man's head with both of his hands and violently twisted it, snapping his neck.
He got up from the now dead agent and turned his gaze towards the first agent, who was attempting to get away, but could barely manage to slide his body across the ground. "Pathetic." Darc said, his tone laced with the anger glowing in his eyes now as he approached the man. The agent attempted to plead with Darc, but his words were cut off as Darc slammed a foot down onto the already injured knee, feeling it snap. And before the agent could cry out, he crouched and placed a hand over the agent's mouth, gripping him tight.
"Don't beg." Darc said, "It just makes you look even more drooling and pathetic than you already are. At least die with dignity." Darc punched him three times after that in the throat, crushing it, then got up, leaving the man to suffocate to death.
Well, that was anticlimactic. He thought in agitation as he continued down the hall towards the two offices which housed his targets, and the last two guards he would have to face. He considered drawing the fight out with those two as much as he could, but at this point, he just wanted to kill the two targets he was actually being paid to kill, and be done with it. That meant getting rid of the two brutes as quickly as he could.
The first office he came to was Cillary Hlinton's. As he approached he could hear a woman's voice coming through the door, which didn't surprise him, seeing as it was her's. But he stopped once he heard the undeniable voice of Tonald Drump coming from the room as well. Unfortunately he couldn't hear anything else besides their arguing, so he couldn't tell if the brutes were also in the room without giving his position away or any chance of a surprise attack. All he could hear was more of their typical pointless name calling drabble.
Fuck it. I'll just take them out and be done with it if their guards really aren't in there. And if they are, so be it. I'm ready to get out of here. It's been so fucking boring. He thought, then opened the door. When he walked into the large office, he first saw the two brutes sitting on a couch to his left playing what appeared to be Go Fish with each other, then to his right he saw the two ambassador candidates standing across from each other in the typical argumental fashion. Everyone stopped what they were doing when they finally registered that they didn't recognize the newcomer amongst them.
He took the moment of uncertainty to get a head start. He walked over towards the two guards, and before anyone could do or say anything, he picked up the coffee table they were using for their card game and sent it flying towards Hlinton and Drump. After that he spun and kicked the brute on the right in his face, feeling the man's nose break beneath his foot. Darc then had to jump backwards as a fist from the brute on the left swung at him. He twisted, dodging to the left as the same guard that had swung at him came charging straight for him.
As Darc came out of his spin, he crouched and shot his elbow backwards into the brute's side as he passed by. He heard the man gasp in pain a bit, but knew that would hardly be enough to stop him. At this point, the first guard he'd kicked in the nose was snapping out of his pain, only for Darc to land a punch right on the brute's freshly broken nose, followed immediately by a blow to the man's balls. Darc could feel the other guard approaching from behind, the brute's large form making the ground shake as he ran towards them.
Darc slid out of the way just in time to let the charging guard slam into the one in agony on the couch. It was then that Darc glimpsed his two targets trying to make a run for it. He ran towards them, and when close enough he lept into the air; rotating his body sideways Darc lowered his left leg, swinging his right around and land a kick directly into Tonald Drump's face. The kick sent Drump flying backwards a few feet before he was sprawled out flat on the ground grabbing his face in pain. As Darc landed from his kick, without skipping a beat he crouched and spun backwards, landing an elbow in Cillary Hlinton's stomach, completely knocking the air out of her and lifting her off her feet. He let her thud to the ground as he returned his attention to the brutes.
As the guard he'd elbowed earlier came rushing at him, he quickly crouched then shot a punch directly at the man's balls, sending him crashing to his knees, grabbing his balls in pain with a grimace on his face, "That's a low blow." He managed to gasp out.
"Who said I had to be honorable?" Darc responded, then grabbed the man by the back of his head and proceeded to slam his knee into the man's face three times, the last one sending him falling backwards onto the ground. Darc was sure that the man was on the verge of death with multiple blows by the knee to the face, but just to be sure, he then walked around and slammed his foot directly down onto the brute's throat.
Darc turned his attention to the other guard, who was only just then finally managing to get up off the couch, but only barely. He stumbled towards Darc, only to have Darc grab the punch sent his way. He ducked and rotated around the man's side, twisting the arm he held as he did causing the man to lurch forward, just in time for Darc to send a kick at his face followed by bringing his elbow down on the back of the brute's, snapping his arm in half. Darc grabbed the guard's chin as he fell, lifting him up a bit just before sending a knee into his gut and finally stepping sideways as he let the man fall to the ground, but not before slamming his elbow into the back of the man's neck, feeling the vertebrae snap.
Finally, with the last two guards taken care of, he could finish his job. The two ambassador candidates, Cillary Hlinton, and Tonald Drump were already in bad shape just from a couple of hits, so this would be over quickly. He first walked over to the woman, who was coughing as she shakily lifted herself up off of the ground, but soon Darc's foot was connecting with the side of her face in a kick with enough force to snap her neck cleanly in two. As the woman's body dropped dead to the ground, he turned his attention to Drump.
He was currently blinking dazedly as he tried to pick himself up off the ground, his face blanched in fear, sweat pouring down his disgusting face as he sputtered inconsequential threats and pleas simultaneously. Such was the type of pathetic, driveling fool that was Tonald Drump. A "man" of small stature, that thought himself practically on the verge of god-like importance and presence. A poor excuse of a human to say the least, and that was Darc being kind.
"Do you know who I am?" Said the fool as he finally scrambled to his feet.
"Of course I do. Which is why I'll take immense pleasure in this."
"Wait!" The fool said in response, but could say no more as Darc grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him forward while slamming his knee in Drump's stomach, knocking the wind out of him and lifting him off his feet. Darc then punched the man several times in the face before swinging him around and slamming him into the wall. Darc kicked him in the gut, then spun around, connecting the heel of his right foot with the side of Drump's jaw.
Drump slammed into the ground, barely moving at this point, "Die, you miserable, pathetic, waste of space." Darc said as he walked over to Drump and slammed his foot into the back of his neck.
With his job done, he wasted no more time in the office. Mere moments later, Darc was back where he'd started, at the front desk. There he grabbed his voters card he had filled out in the beginning, and finally placed it in the slot of one of the many voters' boxes, successfully placing his vote for Seijin like many others. And without further ado, casually walked out of the building like he hadn't just committed several murders.
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(P.S. I didn't learn until just recently that post requirements weren't a thing for solo jobs.)