He was a shadow... unassuming, ordinary and easy to forget. With a face devoid of unique features, he was the kind of person who blended into the background.
That was why he was so good at what he did... why they could never find him.
Yes... he was the Impostor.
He walked purposefully through the crowd, keeping his head low and not drawing any attention.
People glanced past him as if he were invisible, their eyes sliding off his unremarkable face.
He finally stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse, he checked himself carefully to ensure nothing was out of place. He stepped inside soundlessly his movements precise and practiced.
He immediately found the hidden trapdoor leading to the place he was looking for.
He pulled out a gun and screwed a sound dampener onto the nozzle, then he opened the trapdoor and climbed down the ladder.
He immediately came face-to-face with a man holding a shotgun.
He lunged at the man, grabbing his hand and twisting it until the shotgun clattered to the floor. He pressed the silenced pistol to the man's temple and pulled the trigger.
The man died immediately, dropping to the floor with a dull thud.
With a final, cold glance at the lifeless body, he knew his job was done. The Impostor was dead, and there was no one left connected to him.
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The Impostor
Mystery / Thriller"Why do you look so terrified?" Alnos asked his bodyguard Dane. He didn't look the least bit bothered by the threat on the wall. Dane didn't reply immediately, he was quivering in fear. Then he spoke quietly. "I know who this is, he is The Impostor...
