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Mark knew what to do. He jumped out of his hiding spot and shot the man in his knee. The man, as expected, screamed. Mark quickly changed places and he was next to the stairs now. Another man came down the stairs. He didn't see Mark and walked over to the wounded man. Mark shot again and missed on purpose. He needed to get those people out of their room. After a while, all the men where down the stairs. Mark knew he succeeded. He kept shooting from different directions, just for distance so he missed the whole time (on purpose of course). The men tried really hard, but couldn't land a single hit on Mark. He was too fast. After a few minutes the men knew that this wasn't good. One of them ran out the door and one of the others shouted at him that they had to stay, but Mark kept shooting. After a while they all ran away with the wounded man over their shoulders. Mark made sure they didn't come back before going upstairs himself. He walked around for a bit and finally found the right room. The boy saw him coming in and looked frightened again. Mark knew that he would look pretty creepy with his hood up and a gun in his hand. He put his hood down and walked over to the boy, which probably thought that Mark was gonna hurt him so he started to struggle in she chair. He couldn't get out, the ropes where to thick. Mark walked over to the boy and put his gun away, maybe it was better if the boy got calmed down first. "I work for your father. I was send here to save you." The boys eyes widened in surprise and a second after that there where tears of happiness rolling down his face. Mark grabbed the scarf out of the boys mouth. He immediately started to cry, but didn't try to say anything. Mark grabbed his knife from his belt and cut away the ropes that where keeping the boy to the chair. After Mark calmed the boy down, he looked on his phone for further instructions. He got a congratulations and an address the boy had to go to. He asked the boy if he knew what buss to take to get there. The boy nodded. "It's okay. You're going to be fine. I'm sending you straight to your father and he will watch over you, okay?" The boy nodded again and out of a sudden hugged Mark. "Thank you! Thank you so much for saving me!" The boy had started crying again. "That's my job, boy. But I have to go now. Those guys got away." The boy nodded between his sobs and followed Mark out of the building.
Mark had put his boss' son on the buss and grabbed his phone. If everything goes as planned, it would be easy to find those guys. He grabbed his phone and turned tho location on. Than he turned on a tracer and a little dot appeared. Mark started to smile. In the bullet Mark shot in the first man's knee was a little chip which he could trace with his phone. He used his normal phone and saw he had messages from Jack. He had to ignore them, and he deleted the notification. He looked back at the navigation system on his phone. He saw the little dot in the park where, most of the time, weren't many people. He drove over there and walked into the park. It took him at least five minutes to first exactly locate the men, but he finally found them in a tree with low branches and much leaves. It was a good hiding spot, but Mark saw trough it. He reloaded his gun and walked over to the tree. He stood under it and saw the wounded man. Mark decided he would be first and shot right trough his head. The dead man fell out of the tree and the others, now filled with rage, climbed out of the tree. Mark ran an found cover behind a thick tree a little further away, just before the men started shooting. He heard the bullets hit his tree and saw them fly past him. He got low to the ground and shot another one of them in the ankle, and short after that in the head. Two down, two to go. He saw one of the left over men walk over to the dead men who just got shot. A stupid mistake. Mark easily got a bullet through that man's head and, he too, hit the ground. The last man stopped shooting and was also somewhere behind a tree. Mark could find him. He slowly got away from his tree and started walking. He heard a gunshot which was almost instantly followed by a burning pain in his arm. Mark saw the left over guy jumping out of his hiding spot but Mark was faster. The man's bullet hadn't hit the arm he shot with so he quickly got a bullet trough the last man's head. Then Mark fell down. His arm hurting like hell. This wasn't good. He felt the pain spreading trough his arm to his hand and chest. This was absolutely not good. The bullet in his arm couldn't be a normal one. Poison. Mark saw everything become blurry once the idea of poison got a place in his head and quickly called headquarters. "Job is done..... poisoned..... Can't get back on my own..... send help please." He hung up and didn't move. moving would get the poison faster trough his body. He sat there and looked at the Blue sky. It was very peaceful, except for the dead bodies. Mark tried to move the fingers on his poisoned, left arm, which was now swollen and red. They almost didn't move and also started to look bigger and more red. Mark knew he would be at the office soon and they would do anything to keep him alive.
Then Mark heard a branch break somewhere behind him. He heard someone trying to get closer. Mark couldn't do anything, the poison had done to much to his, now foggy, brain and his blurry sight. "Hello, someone there?" Mark said loud. His head hurt from his own loud voice. He heard the person behind him had stopped walking, and after a few moments the person ran away. Mark looked in the direction where the person ran of to, but could only see a person in a jacked with his hood up running away as fast as he could. This could only mean one thing.
He had an eye-witness.
Hi again. I thought that it would be fun to Tell you something about me. If you don't wanna read this, that's fine. ;)
I'm Manon and I'm 15 years old. I live in the Netherlands (that's why my grammar might be a bit bad sometimes) and I love writing, reading, drawing and music.
So now you know. I'll keep it short so bye bye ! :)
