It was 9 o'clock and the blood of a dead man coated my gloves. I never bothered with clean-up, it was too hectic. And it wasted time—time I did not have. I dropped a crow's feather onto the man's chest. Three steps to the balcony door. 9:04 PM: I stepped onto the railing, smiling when I lost my balance.
I loved falling — or maybe it was teasing a death I'd never embrace. My wings snapped out, catching the wind and slowing my fall. 9:06, I was flying back... back to my organization, wishing for the luxury of death—something I'd never have.
I stood ramrod straight in front of my unit's commander. Remembering to keep my face emotionless, to breathe quietly that not even I could hear it, not to look him in the eye, not to move my fingers or tap my foot. I had to be still.
I had to be the perfect soldier.
"3049, report."
"Target neutralized, no witnesses."
He nodded. " I think that you're ready for a more complicated assignment."
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I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Seeing myself out of uniform was strange. I felt lighter, somehow, looked... human. I pushed away the thoughts when familiar footsteps approached me.
"3049, you don't look too bad." I could feel the sneer on his face. I heard a knife pulled out of its sheath. A copper scent swept over the little barrack I was in, and I froze.
No, no, no, no, no.
Not right now.
A searing pain shot through my head.
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ActionWhen I sobered up, the first thing I noticed was I wasn't in the hotel anymore. The more I looked around, the stranger the scene around me became. Maybe the most noticeable of these additions was the steaming gun barrel leveled with my head. *** Mee...
