"Hey kid don't aim that at me,I'm the one training you remember." The scar man yells.
" Now being a sniper assassin isn't all just sniper its also poison knives and sometimes tranquilizer darts." The scar man explains.
"First we are going to work on knife combat. Now pick your knives."
"We don't have any!" I say.
" You do now." The scar man says as a lifts up a hatch in the wall which is full of different assortment of knives.
Large knives, small knives, poison knives and who knows what else!
I automatically reach for the poison throwing knives and Luke looks around until something catches his eye.
A medium sized axe in the way back of the hatch.
I'm starting to like this guy.
"I've been waiting for someone to choose those weapons, nobody seems to care about them." Says the scar man.
"Hey we never learned your name. You know ours so what's yours?" I say.
"Oh, yes I suppose we haven't had time for proper introductions. Well my name is Neal Hunter, but you can call me commander." He says, a little pompous.
"Now time for knife combat, but you will be using these."
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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...
