Bloodied Heart

Chapter 4

"That's your sniping spot. We've scouted the area already," Agent Jeff pointed at the grey building coming into view. "Keep your comms on you, we'll talk more once you're up."

"Don't mess it up, Cyn-derella." Agent Daw sneered. Agent Cyn smirked back at them, taking the insult as a wish of good luck from the seemingly cold yet somewhat sweet agent.

As the car slowed to a stop in the back alley of an apartment building, Agent Cyn stepped out of the car, stopping in front of the gradually opening trunk of the car. Scanning the range of weapons before him, he picked up the lone sniper rifle with a handful of varying scopes, slinging it over his shoulder. As his gaze lingered over the knife selection, he eyed his favourite flick knife, making a mental note to thank his partners later, and grabbed it along with a basic colt handgun. Spotting a black pile of clothes in the corner, he unfolded the pile to find a simple leather jacket and a thigh holster. He quickly changed, slipping the pistol into his thigh holster, and the knife into his boot. Finally ready, he slammed the trunk closed, and strode towards the back of the building.

The blue of the sky peeked out from the top of the stairwell as he ascended. Ah, the roof. The gentle breeze lapped at his face. It was all so familiar to him, maybe even comforting. As a sniper, he reveled in the familiarity of the empty roof. It felt just right for him to be here. Well, perhaps he was simply giving himself an excuse to be comfortable in his workplace; the killer on the roof, with a gun nestled in his arms.

Agent Cyn gently shook his head and got to work. Having been a professional for 7 years, he had his rifle set up in a matter of minutes with barely any thought, and once again put on the unfeeling mask of a professional, trained killer. Killer was a bit of a crude term, but it kept them in check, and ensured a flawless performance when the curtains gave way to blinding lights up on their blood-washed stage.

It was time.

His radio buzzed with static. "Come in, Agent Cyn."

"I'm up on the roof, ready to go."

"Aight. On the park bench in front, you'll see a woman in a white top and jeans, long brown hair."

Agent Cyn knelt on one knee and lowered himself to look through his scope. The sight through the thick glass lenses depicted a lush patch of... grass. Whoops, too low. Guess he was a little out of it, huh. Agent Cyn blamed Zoey, the little lark occupying his mind.

He bent down a little more, raising the angle of his rifle, and was met with a clear view of Holland Park. He zoomed in a little, closing in on the faraway bench with a woman daintily seated atop. The bench stood at the edge of a cobblestone path, huge trees concealing any view of it from the back. With little flowers blooming from the legs of the bench, it really seemed like such a shame to corrupt the beautiful purity of this place with someone's blood.

"Target Zeus. The daughter of some big businessman. Just get a clean kill and we'll be off."

Agent Cyn hummed in response. The woman was holding a book, legs crossed prettily. It almost felt like a pity to kill off such a pretty woman. He raised the gun a tad more, ready to shoot the money-bringing shot. What he wasn't ready for was the sudden rush of cold dread that enveloped him in its sinister embrace.

Through the scope, he came face to face with a familiar set of features, the captivating beauty of the one he had once deemed indescribable was now turned against him, manipulated and finessed into a leering serpent, snickering at him as he cowered in terror. His mind spasmed in confusion, reduced to nothing but a blank canvas slashed with greys and blacks of conflict as that numbing void of emotion gave way to pure, unadulterated fear. The woman he was looking at through the unseeing eyes of Agent Cyn was the very girl who took Caylen's breath away with every second they spent together.