I wake up a little dizzy and feeling nauseous. I'm still blindfolded with tape over my mouth but, I'm sitting in a comfy chair, so at least I'm a grade A prisoner. I realize I can't move because I'm tied to the chair. All of a sudden the blindfold and tape are ripped off stinging my newly exposed skin. Light blinds me for a second but then my eyes adjust. With a comfy chair you'd think I'd be in a nice place but no I have to be in a rundown, empty warehouse! After I've examined my surroundings I remember the blindfold. I slowly turn the chair around and boom! Right there an inch from my face is a man with a scar running from the top right of his forehead to the bottom left of his jawline. I didn't know better I'd say he's a super villain
"Hello Ms. Krystall Leon." The scar man said.
"H-How d-do you know m-my name?" I stutter surprised and scared.
"For one I was assigned to take and train you. It would be sensible that I know my apprentice's name." He said.
"Wait what?! Train me for what?" I questioned unable to hide my curiosity and confused tone.
"To be a sniper assassin for-." His accent is foreign. "No I've said too much already. You ask too many questions." He said as he put the blind fold and tape back on. Oh isn't this guy a class act!
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Deadeye: Ready, Aim, Fire
ActionDEADEYE: Book 1 Ready. Aim. Fire! I was standing on the curb of Time Square in New York. No one has time to give me a second look. It was 16 degrees Fahrenheit. I was there because of my job, I sell newspapers. A black Honda drives up and asks...
