Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

"We located a sniper on the terrace of the old building southeast of the hotel," Osama said as soon as he barged into my office.

"And he is alone. The Saudi minister's room is in direct view of him. it will be a piece of cake for him to take down the minister as soon as he stands before the window."

"A perfect spot for him. There is low light, and the building is close by," I concluded, already loading my guns and tucking into a holster tied around my calf.

"What's your order?" he asked, eyeing me skeptically. I know he is expecting me to tag him along with me in dealing with the sniper. That fucker lives only for violence, and sometimes his craze for blood makes me question his sanity.

"Act normal. I'm sure there are Wang's people around; let them believe we don't know about their plan while I catch that sniper off guard. It wouldn't be difficult," I replied, grabbing my coat.

"What about your backup and security?" I halted in my tracks when Osama said.

And this is why I kept him close to me. He is loyal to the core and prioritizes my security before anything, even though he was crazy as fuck.

"You think I won't be able to take out a single man?" I asked, facing him completely.

"I think it is too good to believe Wang only sent one man to do the task knowing you well," he replied honestly.

He never backs down from expressing his opinion and is one of the few people who are not scared of me.

"Ask Tareq to manage here at the hotel, and you follow me five minutes later along with a few of our men but make sure you are not obvious or cause any commotion near the building. I don't want the sniper to smell suspicion." With that, I was out of the office.

Using the kitchen's back door that is used for getting out the trash, I camouflaged myself in the darkness and walked swiftly in the shadow to avoid getting attention. A few minutes later, I was hiding behind the overgrown wild grass. It was a four-story under-construction building that had been left to rot due to litigation issues for years now.

I glance around to make sure I have not been followed by any suspicious figure or to make out any other visitors awaiting my arrival. Slowly, I pull out my gun from the back of my trouser while the second lies securely around my calf. I always carry these two black beauties along with a hunting knife.

With my back toward the wall, I glided while taking the stairs towards the terrace. I was crossing the second floor when I got a vague whiff of a sweet smell, Lavender. I frowned at the absurdity of fragrance in this forsaken place; however, a rustling sound from above made me forget about it.

As soon as I reached the open terrace, my phone buzzed, and I knew it was Osama. he was earlier than I expected. I squinted my eyes to get acquittal with the darkness around me and make out the silhouette of the sniper. As expected, he lay on the floor, his target set on the minister's window.

That asshole didn't realize his death was standing behind him, aiming the gun right at the back of his skull. A bullet from my gun would have been lodged inside his brain if not for a loud thud from the floor below that caused him to jerk from his position. As soon as he noticed me, he immediately fired at me, and to avoid getting shot, I had to duck my head and jump behind the pillar.

I was furious, thinking Osama was reckless enough to cause the noise when I clearly instructed not to alert the sniper with our movement. I let out a curse when another shot missed me just by an inch and hit the concrete pillar instead. Hurried footstep caught my attention, and when he looked in its direction, I saw the sniper running towards the stairs to escape.

With a growl, I ran after him aiming my gun to get a perfect shot. He was a trained assassin which explains the speed he was sprinting down the stairs. I had to immobile him before he could escape. As soon as he halted for a fraction of a second at the second-floor landing, I didn't waste the opportunity and fired at his left foot. As expected, he fell heavily, crying out in pain but what I didn't expect was another cry from somewhere around.

"The fuck," I cursed, looking around for the source of the cry.

Aiming another shot at his right leg and making him completely motionless, I took cover and looked around any hideout for the witness. A familiar smell of lavender hit my nose. Since the entire floor was only concrete pillars with no wall, I knew it would not be challenging to capture that person, but a round of firing distracted me.

I had always been vigilant to disguise myself as a law-abiding citizen to camouflage my identity as a mafia man. But this shoot-out would hamper my efforts. We had to move before someone alerted the police, and we ended up getting caught. Since I was on the second story, I had the upper hand tackling the opponents. Taking a cover behind a pillar, I drew my second gun and started aiming at the men from Red Wa. I could make out Osama taking down two men while three of my men were covering him.

Wang's men were startled momentarily when I fired at them from above. They scattered to avoid getting hit and hid behind anything they could find. For fuck sake, this was supposed to be an easy task, kill the sniper and control the situation. Not only was the sniper still alive, but there was also someone else with me who was witnessing everything, hiding somewhere, and on top of that we were attacked by the Red Wa. I know someone would have called the police already.

Reloading my magazine, I turned around and killed the sniper first—one thing at a time. First the sniper, second killing the rival gang to survive the shoot, and last to catch someone with the lavender smell. They could be a spy or a witness, and both were not good for my well-being.

As soon as Red Wa men realized they were outnumbered, they started fleeing the place. On any given day, I would have chased them, but we were running out of time. I had to be in my hotel office before the police smelled something off and tried to interrogate me. This was a golden opportunity for them to ambush me

"I thought you told me not to be obvious," Osama said, looking at the sniper's body in disappointment. I couldn't help roll my eyes at his disappointment in losing the opportunity to torture the sniper.

"and still, you acted recklessly. if not for the noise you mad—"

He interrupted me, "I thought it was you. Before I could reach you, we were targeted by Wang's men."

My ears pricked with realization. that someone with lavender fragrance had witnessed me killing the sniper as well as an altercation between my men and Wang's.

"We have company; find him," I said, raising my guns again and rounding each pillar to grab hold of that asshole.

Osama was right beside me, mirroring my action. His eyes glint with the newfound sadism. As we approached the last pillar in our vicinity, I spun around only to be astounded. I frowned, realizing there was no one. I could swear on my life; I felt someone's presence.

"What is this?" Osama's voice made me look at him.

He was crouching down, holding what looked like a black backpack. I was right. There was someone who managed to escape when I was tackling Wang's men.

"Looks like jewelry. Whoever was here forgot to take it with them. Maybe he was a thief and got scared hearing the gunshot," he said, rising while holding out the bag towards me.

"She. It was a woman," I blurted out without a second thought.

"how do you know?"

Exactly, how do I know? Why I am sure, it was a woman. The lavender smell of hers was just a hunch, but my instinct was telling me it was a woman.

"I heard her scream when I shot the sniper," and just like that, the answer flew out of my mouth.