🔫Chris POV 🔫
I breathed deeply in satisfaction.
Sweat dribbled down my face and back spine.
I stared at myself in the mirror across my room and thick, black tendrils of hair escaped my ponytail and stuck to the sides of my face and neck.
I lowered the 247 weight to the floor rather than drop it like other men.
I walked closer to the mirror to look at my body. I had to stay fit, healthy, and strong.
Doing my job required that.
I looked back at my constant blank face and then turned away putting my gym back in order.
I needed an order. If something was even moved slightly from the way I had it, it meant someone had invaded my house.
I studied everything before walking out. I clenched my fist ready at all times. For anything.
I walked up the smooth oak staircase enjoying the coldness of my house.
It's not a home. Just a place to stay in between missions. I've never had a home and never needed one.
I went into my room's walk-in closet and pulled out and black wife beater and black joggers.
I pulled at my ponytail holder as I walked back into my room to the large bathroom.
I adjusted the water and stripped naked.
I looked at the large bandage on my thigh and began to peel at it.
The long jagged stitch was light pink.
I stepped into the shower and let my head under the warm spray of water.
The water thumped my chest as I reached for the bottle of AXE body wash and my red sponge. I showered and was lost in thought remembering the facility where I was.
........
"Aim. Fire."
The sniper I held fired off under my finger. The paper target fluttered and a large whole blossomed where the paper head was.
"Good", my trainer nodded with approval. "Keep practicing," he adjusted his gun on his shoulder and went to the next young agent.
I was one of the top three young agents here.
Paper targets upon paper targets emerged and when I got to the last I aimed at the heart.
I fired and the paper flapped.
I stood proud of my progress.
When I'm 18 I'll go on my mission to get my first kill. By myself.
I was counting the months until my birthday....well the birthday they gave me.
I strode to the combat area needing to let off a little steam.
I chose a stronger opponent. I need a stronger opponent. Why? For the future. I can't go out on my own and be beaten by someone larger.
I prepared for everything.
I fought flexible people, bodybuilders, people who do street fighting, karate Kung Fu and jujitsu. I fought females too. Women are the most dangerous. They look innocent. But turn to ruthless killers when they needed. I can't underestimate them either. I would never hit a woman just because. My life has to be on the line for them.
My opponent circled me for an opening.
I watched with narrowed eyes and knew I could take him out with a quick roundhouse.
Ring..ring..ring
......
My shoulders tensed up. My mission phone rang aloud from the room.
I stepped from the shower soaking wet and grabbed a towel on the way to dry my hands.
"Hello," I picked up the payphone.
" Sheila's Bakery in Texas," the call ended.
I ran the towel over my head and headed back to the bathroom to turn the water off.
Moments later I stood in a creamy tux and black tie.
I slicked my hair back and pulled on some unprescribed bifocals.
The whole geek look didn't fly. But I had to look presentable.
I packed four suitcases and fake passports.
I pulled on a Rolex to put the wealthy nerd look together.
There would be weapons stashed in Texas before I got there.
I went through the house and made sure everything was good before taking my bags and heading to my garage.
Four bags in tow I surveyed which car I wanted.
I took the 2018 Camero. Nice look. Nothing too flashy.
After packing my bags I began driving to the airport. I didn't play any music. I couldn't allow myself that pleasure when I was going to kill someone.
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Well hello there. I'm not going to but this is the first time writing a hitman story.
I hope you like it. The chapter won't be 1500 words plus because I have to write 2 POVs and my other stories are not really like this.
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