Execution

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As the moon hung low in the night sky, casting shadows that danced across the city streets, Alex and I prepared to execute our carefully crafted plan. The anticipation crackled in the air around us, a tangible energy that fueled our determination as we set out into the darkness.

"You ready for this?" Alex's voice was low, his eyes glinting with a mixture of excitement and determination.

I nodded, my own pulse racing with adrenaline. "Let's do this," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me.

"Keep your eyes peeled," Alex murmured, his voice a whisper in the darkness. "We're getting close."

As we closed in on our target, our senses heightened to a razor-sharp edge, every sound and movement magnified in the stillness of the night. And when the moment to strike arrive, Alex pulled the silencer and shot the target to the head, killing them instantly. 

I grabbed Alex's hand, took my hat and put it over his head and made a ran for it outside of the building. We took cover behind a couple of bins, the police arrived, looking for the killers of the target. 

Alex opened his mic, coming in contact with the agency "the target has been eliminated successfully" . "Good Job agents, I'll see you at the headquarters" said the Director and hang up.

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