An Assassin's Guide to Family

Chapter 8: Present

---------------Percy's POV: ----------------

I clung to the wall carefully, my fingers wrapped tightly around the small pieces of technology that were keeping me held up. The cool wind whipped harshly, reminding me of the fact that if I were to fall then it'd be a long tumble.

I looked down, the streetlights I'd broken now spurting small fits of orange sparks, their small bodies raining down on the pitch black before dissolving into the air. I could barely make out the forms of people walking down below me. I let out a huff as I turned my attention back above me.

Currently, I am in the middle of an assassination job, the last of Deathstroke's missions finally coming to bite me in the ass. I cursed under my breath as I detached the tech with a swift click of a button and raised my arm higher than the other in a ladder-like way before pulling myself. I repeated this one step several times, the burn in my arms relentless but kind of refreshing in a way that reminded me of camp.

When I got to the window of the client's assigned person I steadied my breathing, slowed my movements, and pulled out a small laser that belonged to one of the other members of the league but they'd traded it off for newer tech.

I clicked the button on the back, the bright and thin light shooting out the long thin cylinder, the yellow light painting the surroundings in a hazy yellow light. I only hoped no one down below decided to look up now.

Once the window began to sizzle I knew I was ready. Steadily I moved my hand in a circular motion, creating a hole just big enough for me to squeeze through. The glass near the cut had bent and formed drips from the heat, the solid orange and blazing. Once I was nearing the end I made sure to brace myself for a fast movement. As the neon yellow light cut directly through to my first incision the glass began to fall, slipping from its spot and out towards me. I quickly turned off the handheld laser, barely cusping it in my palm, gripping it with my middle and ring finger as I used the other fingers to brace and hold up the glass. I almost looked like spider-man if I squinted right.

I hated this part of the mission. Carefully, while still holding the glass I pushed the large circular chunk of glass through the hole, easing it against the wall right beneath the window. I would use it later depending on how this all went.

With the main issue down I placed the small laser back in my pocket before managing to get myself through without making much noise. Now inside the house, the air conditioning was abundantly clear, the warm air contrasting the cold November air. For some odd reason, this made me tense more. I kept my jaw clamped shut as I began to make my way through the dark using the particles of water in the air to guide me. It was a newer skill, one that took a lot of concentration and energy to do thoroughly as there was so much water in the air.

Slowly and silently I made my way through the house, occasionally catching glimpses of the decor when the moonlight shone brightly through windows. Every time I couldn't help but think it looked like a combination of fancy and old-timey, the green hue to every golden item unmissable. Every time I passed by a window I steadied my mask, making sure no part of me besides my hair was visible before plunging back into the never-ending darkness.

From the intel, Deathstroke had provided me I knew for a fact that the man I needed to dispose of resided in the room at the end of the hall. One of the few rooms without a window. In Gotham, this was a common trend. It was less likely you'd experience an attacker with such a setup. When I felt the wall at the end of the hall I picked up the pace, running the tips of my fingers against the crisp and textured wallpaper.

Then I felt a lump and finally the cool feeling of a metal handle. I took in a deep breath as the door knob rest in my hand, my body heat traveling from my palm into the cold metal. With a click I slide the door open, a swish of air hitting me like a dust cloud.