*Agent 7's POV*
I graduated from the Achilles Program at the ripe age of twenty-five. I had grown apart from Agent 4 during all the years after the nearly fatal mission, but that didn't matter anymore. I had graduated. Now, I was an assassin for hire. I was really excited. I had graduated along with 150 students. Now, the Achilles Program had more space to train new recruits. As I was walking down the pavement I breathed in the crisp air. It was winter. Then, something dropped in front of me. Wait, not something, someone. It was an adult in all red clothes with a red Omega symbol on his chest. "I am Blood Omega," he rasped. "And I am here to kill you." "Try me," I responded. He attacked. He hadn't appeared armed before, but now there were two swords in his hands. His figure seemed to blur. All of a sudden, I had a deep gash in my chest. The image of Blood Omega solidified. Super speed? But I had had worse injuries before. So I unsheathed my disguised dual pistols and leaped back, firing. Blood Omega's image blurred again as he apparently zoomed towards me. Then, he stopped short as blood dripped down his leg under his knee. So I hit his knee then. Good, I thought to myself, raising my guns again. I squeezed the trigger. The bullets ripped through him like paper. I put my guns away, stepping over the corpse of Blood Omega. "Really are blood now, aren't you?" I said. That was quite the experience. Life seems to have a lot of good ones, I thought, walking past all the blood of Blood Omega. I wonder what other experiences life has in store for me? I heard a gunshot. Experience ended.
Photo credits to: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quentin_Quire
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AcciónI am a killer. Not those cheesy ones, like 007, but an actual killer. I know what your thinking, what with the me being thirteen and all that, but I am. I infiltrate places, gather information, and never use my real name. That's because I have no re...
