Assassin Reborn (Book 2)

Lets Make These Bitches Bloody.

"It's been a long day, without you my friend and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again, we've come all long way from where we began, oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again, when I see you again." - Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Charlie Puth)

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As soon as our reunion started, it was over.

"Are you guys ready to kick some ass?" Mr. Pillar asked, but didn't wait for anyone to answer his question, "Lets go." He ordered.

We all crept along the sides of the wall, with Mr. Pillar in the front, and Jessie in the back.

"We need to find a way to get around the first line of guards," Hanna stated.

"We've already checked, Hanna," I told her softly, "there's no other way to go than this one,"

"Right in the eye of the hurricane," Brianne agreed grimly.

Hanna's sigh was audible to everybody, and soon it was contagious.

By now we were all perched up against the wall, side by side and no one making any movement towards Assassin Academy's front steps.

"So, are we just going to sit here like tree stumps? Or are we going to go in there and make some bitches bloody?" I asked rudely, and I could sense a slight shift in the air around me, not an uncomfortable one, but more like we were finding some newfound confidence.

"I'm all up for making some bitches bloody," Alexander piped up.

"Me too," Jaxon said.

"Me three," Mr. Pillar said, while looking at me with adoration in his eyes, like the kind of praise a father would give his child after accomplishing something.

Brianne raised her hand in agreement.

"Then let's go do it," I pushed myself off of the wall and started walking confidently over to the front steps of AA. There were two guards guarding the steps and then there should be 12 more inside.

I held up my fingers, making a signal;

2,2,5,1,4.

Which was code for;

Throw a gas bomb and then terminate the first two guards.

Since Jessie had all of the bombs, he unhooked one of the gas bombs from his belt that was looped loosely around his waist.

And just as Jessie was about to pull the pin, gun shots rang out.

Left, right and center. Gun shots sprang everywhere, taking lives.

I immediately knew that this wasn't Theodores doing, or else he would've had his guards inside with him, not outside, useless and with no defenses.

I instantly retracted from peering over the corner of the wall and looked at Mr. Pillar.

"What the hell is this?" I asked.

His facial expressions appeared to be as lost as my thoughts.

Who's the person gunning down this place?

And how did they beat us too it?

I shook my head, and then started to think thoroughly about what our next move should be.

"Our motives are to assassinate Theodore, yes?" I tried to confirm to everyone, and was satisfied when I got a chorus of 'Yes'.

"So then since these strangers are putting bullets into Theodore's ass, why don't we just sneak through the front and then see where we should go from there?" I suggested.

"That's the kind of thinking we need. Good plan Ray," Mr. Pillar praised me.

I gave him a nod.

As we were setting my plan in motion, I could feel the tenseness in the air, everyone looking for an enemy, for someone who could possible threaten their life, for someone who could take it away.

"So what do we do now?" Hanna asked me.

"Why are you asking me?" I asked her, I wasn't the one running this mission, my father was, but he was back at the house.

His part in the mission was to control all of the security cameras and get access to the security gates and what not, he would only be checking in when needed.

"Well you are the one with all the great ideas right? I just assumed that you would know," Hanna said, the sarcasm clear in her voice.

"Look," I said her her, ready to size down her ego a bit, "first of all, this mission isn't about you, it's about Theodore and how we need to be killing him, so we don't have the time to hear you and your whining about how someone else actually came up with a plan while you were sitting on your ass and inspecting your cuticles. So suck the fuck up and start acting like the assassin your supposed to be, yeah?"

The air was so thick, you couldn't even cut it with a knife.

"Okay," Brianne said while clapping her hands, breaking the awkward silence, "we should get on with the mission, yes?"

"Now I don't think that would be a very good idea," a raspy, dangerous voice said from behind.

And I couldn't help but think, 'Haven't you heard that voice before?'

We all whipped our heads around to where the voice was sounding from, but all we could see was the debris of the crumbled bricks, and the dead bodies of the fallen.

"And why not?" Jessie asked.

"Because If you do, there will be a high chance that you'll get killed," the voice replied.

I definitely know that voice, I thought.

"By who?" I asked, "You or Theodore?"

"Always the smart one, Raelyn,"

"How do you know my name?" I demanded.

"Doesn't everybody?" Hanna retorted impolitely.

I sighed, frustrated with how Hanna was acting.

"Hanna I'm everyone here is equal, so will you just get your head out of your ass? It's not a hat. I'm sick and tired of your bitchy attitude, if you don't like it around here, you're more than welcome to leave," I told her, but my rant was only met with silence.

After a few moments, the mysterious voice came back, "You really know how to lay down the facts on someone, don't you, Raelyn?" The heavy masculine voice asked.

"I can't help but believe that I know you from somewhere," I admitted to him. All eyes were on me, surprised that i could know this man.

"That's because you do, from a long time ago," he confessed.

Then shouts erupted from the eastern hallway, orders being barked at soldiers and guards

"You will be seeing more of me, you can count on that." The mysterious man shouted before grabbing into a rope that had fallen from the ceiling, he tugged on the rope before jumping on it.

We all ran towards him, not ready for him to leave, but just grazing his legs he was out of our reach and up into the helicopter that had picked him up from this wasteland.

"Well, that was unexpected," I heard my father from my earpiece.

I pressed down on the earpiece, ready to respond, "Do have any idea who that was?" I asked him.

"I might have a few," my father replied with a grim voice.

And I immediately knew that whoever this man was, left a scar on my fathers life, and I prayed to God that I would never see this an again.

Because if I did, I don't know if I would be able to restrain myself from killing this man.

I'm really not sure.