The Target

Prologue

(T/W: Murder)

I pulled my mask higher over my nose so only my eyes were visible.

My red short hair was pulled into a loose bun and was hidden by my hood.

"Move in, Fox-y." A male voice rang from my earpiece.

   "I know where you sleep at night, love, so watch it." I purred quietly into my mic while putting on a pair of gloves.

"Still gotta go, alarms go back online in seven." I rolled my eyes at his urgent tone.

     "Do I tell you how to do your job?" I walked to the side of the roof I was standing on, the cool night breeze threatening to blow off my hood.

"Yes, you do." He huffed. The Earpiece screeched as I leaned over the edge to get a better look.

"Mmh, considering you're six years older, maybe you should work on that-" I didn't bother finishing, I still had roughly six minutes.

The bedroom was directly under me, and the door to the balcony was slightly agar. With the alarm off, it would be easy. This old dirtbag lives with his wife alone. That was a bad move on his side. 

I rubbed my hands together to get some feeling back into them and sat on the edge of the roof, letting my legs dangle.

"Five minutes." His voice rang out again, interrupting my train of thought.

Can't even think without someone talking.

Without warning, I dropped, cold air rushing past me until my feet silently landed on the railing. My hand wandered to my belt, where my sleek black gun was kept hidden from view. 

In quick, silent strides, I made it to the door and pushed it open more. A breeze carried inside, and a silhouette on top of the bed stirred. A King-sized bed with a white canopy stood at the far wall. 

My hand raised the gun as I stepped closer. The bigger shadow of the two stirred again and turned over only to see the barrel of my gun to his head. He yelped in surprise and scrambled backward as best he could.

"Wha- What?! Wh-Who?! H-" he stammered, and his wife stirred. I flicked on the light switch of the floor lamp with my foot while still keeping the gun aimed at him.

"Tell me everything you know about the Viper alliance." I hissed, my grey eyes tearing into him with a cold glare.

"You're from Ghost Unit-" He stammered again, his eyes darting all over the place.

"Four." my Tech blared in my ear again.

     "Honey?" The wife turned over only to see me with a gun aimed at her husband. She screamed, and it made me roll my eyes.

I cocked the gun, and the man started to mumble something.

"Louder."

"Some sort of group that wants to stop you, t-they think you are brainwashing kids to work for you and that the murders are unprovoked a-an-" 

"Who-" I cut him off we don't want the 'why' we need someone we can eliminate.

"I- I don't know! Please spare us, spare my wife-" Before he could finish, I emptied my clip into his and his wife's chest. Blood sprayed across the sheets, barely missing my face.

"Viper Alience is now an official threat to The Ghost Unit, report to Mission control immediately." I pulled my earpiece out before he could respond.