The Assassin : Storm (Book 2.)

Chapter 1

Music: Lure the Wolf- John Wick Soundtrack

Blindinc bright light is all they can see with a man standing in front of them. Some breathing heavy or light. Emotions rush through them, confused, angry, anxiety, and slight fear. Soap sternly glance around, before glaring at the man. Ghost keeps his on the man, staring him down like prey. Charlie glances at the man confuse before realization hits him as stare emotionless at the man. Gaz and Laswell both have confused look through this whole situation, not sure what to do.

Price glares at the man, anger took over, "So, who are you?"

The man squints down, and so they get a better look. Japanese, strong jaw line, black eyes, and black shoulder-length hair, "I go by no names, I'm in the shadows, nothing but a whisper from many."

"What does that mean?" Soap intrudes, sitting straight.

The man glance at him, "Exactly the point." He begins to pace infront of the group eying each one up and down, "So, this the individuals that cause Storm to stowaway, hm. Interesting." He pauses infront of Ghost, bends down slightly peering down into those dark eyes. "You would've make a hell of an assassin."

The man stops infront of Price, "Well you all seem like fine individuals, but I alpogize in advance this it were it ends."

Soap scuffs, "You going to kill us?"

The man smirks, "Yes. And no one will know to were to look....however you not going to come to your demise yet per say."

There was a long pause has the words sinks in, "I'll let the words settle in, because this is your new reality. "

"You're waiting for Storm." Charile spoke with a held tilt.

The man eyes the red head, "Smart. Straight to the point. I like it."

"Well, you might have to wait for long time. Not sure is Storm is coming. " Laswell spoke, buying time.

He eyes the woman, "Mrs. Laswell. There is slight insite you should know about the precious Storm...You play on there heart strings, like a puppet... or should I say, Storm rescue you 3 times. Greenberg, 2015. Stronghold, 2019. and just recently in Iran."

Soap, Price, Charlie, Gaz, and Laswell held shock glance at the man, while Ghost didn't break at all, "What shocked? Lost for words? I know far to many information and hold whole lot of secrets." The man chuckles, glancing at Charlie, "Now Charlie Wickman, you came across Storm when they worked under General Shepherd, back in 2015. It was mission gone bad, a mole in the group caused a the whole group to die to which Storm saved you out of collapsed building."

Laswell and Charlie eyes the man, before glancing down. Price grunts out, "So, you known for a long time of what?Knowing who Storm saved?"

The man pauses before crackling, leaning on his crane, " You all are hilarious." He comes to a slow stop, "None of you get it don't you? I kept track of Storm on who they get closed too. Meaning all of you, is Storms closed acquaintances..."

"So, from what I'm gathering, your mad because Storm made friends? What are you their father?" Charlie demands, eyes the man. The others stare in curiosity, while irriated.

The man sighs, "I'm much more than Storms, father. I've known Storm longer than any one of you and anyone else here. Let me explain something..what is is Storm?"

"An assassin." Soap answers, state the obvious.

"Correcto. A highly trained assassin to eliminate any kind of threat or order by any means nessaisty for greater good of the organization, Umbre Foremta. Does that sound familiar to any one? The difference between a soilder and a assassin is that there are no moral involvement. No emotion. To made to kill no matter what. To hide in the shadows or site unseen, behind the scenes. Injured? Keep going. Pain? Fight it, pain is illusion. Anyone in your way of your mission? Eliminate immediately. Fallen assassins? Leave them. Captured? Suicide. Now do you understand what I'm rantting on about?" The man ends with a long sigh, glancing all the faces.

"Storm broke the rules." Ghost spoke up, finally understanding what all those warning from Storm.

"Very good. You're learning. Storm wasn't supposed to save Laswell 3 times. Wasn't supposed to pull Charlie out of the crumbling building. And finally, Storm wasn't supposed to get form bonds with anyone especially people you work with." The man glared each one of them.

"You know I take my words back, you worsed than a father. You the devil himself." Charile remarks, with a glare.

The man smirks, "Sir, I'm far from it. There is order, there are rules, not to meant to broken."

"So, you going to kill us infront of Storm to prove a point to aviod attachments?" Ghost declared, eyes never leave black eyes.

"See, I told you would've been a great assassin. Yes, your correct. But that's not all I'm going to do....I'm going to torture each everyone of you infront Storm. As they watched you die in slow agony death while the begged me not to kill you. Then when it's all over, Storm be thrown in dark room, no light. Torture of your deaths, stay there until the lesson learned." The man serious tone, sent chills down many of their spines.

"You know, my plans for you are so much worse than what you was going to do." A figure interrupts, the light turns to see Storm standing there. "Looks like I haven't been invited to the party. Look I brought the ticket." Storm rolled a head towards the feet of the man, "It's expired, I hope my ticket still vaid."

Many assassins surrounded Storm, guns raised at them, "Looks like the party just getting started."

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I know short chapter not sure what I wanted to happend or how long to go. Next chapter gets more good with major plot twists.

I hope you like the music choice, if any of you have any suggestions. I'm open to it!!

So any love interests?

Thank you for reading so far.

Thoughts?

Raven.