Assassin

Night night

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Target. Archibald Lee Windsor. Age: sixty-four. Wife- deceased. No children. CEO & Founder of Windsor Resources. Drug Lord. Currently in debt to 6 active gangs. Senior Agent & weapon donor for terrorist organization.

Now residing in Windsor Headquarters. 12th floor. Room 554.

"Target locked."
Slow deep breaths.

    Inhale
    Exhale
    Inhale
    Exhale
I flip the safety off.
3..

2...

1..
Shoot.
  He drops to the ground. Laying there with a bullet between his dull eyes.

Easy peasy

"Target has been eliminated," I say aloud.
   There is a 3 minute window I have to leave unnoticed. "Nova give me a scan of every guard in radius."
Standing up I hear from my ear piece," Three men coming up the private elevator now Miss Volkov."

"Well I guess I was incorrect. This will be interesting," I mutter.
Stretching my limbs a second before I hear distant shouting.
A smirk appears on my face.

"There on the roof top! Get every squad sent out!"
I crouch before taking off across the building. I'm almost across when guards burst through the rooftop entrance moments later. "Get them at all cost!"
Shots are fired but I doge them, clear across to the next building. Bending my knees and rolling to absorb the impact like I was taught.
The A.I. speaks in the ear piece," Miss Volkov the jet is a block away, on top of the parking garage. Set in the stealth mode read for take off."

"Perfect."

      I jump over the dark alley to the next building.

Looking over my shoulder I notice a few of the guards catching up. Firing a few rounds behind me I land a bullet in three of them.
My adrenaline is pumping.
I feel euphoric. 
I'm on top of the world. No one can stop me. Anyone who tried couldn't anyways. I always got away, for the last 10 years of my life i've been running. Never been caught and I never will be. To my grave.

There's yelling from further in-front of me.  A group of guards are shooting from two buildings up ahead. Sprinting through the war zone, dodging bullets from everywhere. I reach down greedily for the shuriken hidden in the belt across my waist.
I'm leaping across to the next rooftop in sight when it's like time slows itself. I flip through mid air, sending the sharp little black stars into the abyss of guards surrounding me.
  Groans of pain come from those that are struck.

Some struck in the leg, others in the throat.

          Letting out a breath I don't hear the guard behind me until i'm pushed off the roof, onto a balcony. Right below the building I fell off seconds before. Without a second thought I crash through the glass windows. 

Running for an exit i'm tackled by the guard that shoved me.
He pushes my head into the ground. Swiftly I swing my legs behind him grabbing his neck, pulling him to the ground with me. We brawl
for a few seconds until I am up on  my feet  again. Swinging the blade of my dagger across his neck. He gurgles with panic as his blood pours. Then reaches up clasping his hand against his neck as though he could stop what has already been done.

Standing there hiding against a large pillar in what seems to be an office building. I hear more shouts.
      "Nova give me an escape route from my location, please."

"Yes Ms."

The shouts from above get louder and I hear other people in the building.
Nova speaks clearly , "Down the stair shaft two floors, there will be a fire escape. From there you will be able to run across the windowsill of the building unseen. Until you get to the next jump. Then you will have to climb up the side of the building. When you are there I will deploy a zip line and flyers to attach them to the building for you to escape with."