Chapter 1

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The veil of darkness hung over the sleepy town, bringing the whole town into sleep under its blanket. Ok, well not the whole town, because a poisoned thorn was slinking around the town, looking for a specific thing to prick. It was armed, and apparently its poison of hatred was stronger than most. His eyes were set on a black BMW, but not out of admiration, but out of anticipation. He crouched in his signature sniping pose. He had done this to many enemies of the Society and their godly ideology. He breathed slowly and calmly, with his M42 loaded. The way he acted was as if he had done this millions of times. Despite the apparent lack of people around, it still did good to stay silent, like a predator stalking an unknowing prey. A noise could give him away, ruining his juicy kill. The recognition he'd get..
.unbelievable. He would be brought into the upper echelons of leadership in the Society. His life would become a much easier one.

But if I miss......

No, he said to himself. That will not happen. He will serve the Supreme Master till the end of his days without hesitation. The Master had brought him out of his dog-like ignorance and shown him the truth if the world.

He was getting frustrated now. When will that woman come? Was I even at the right place? Just as he began to question the position that the Society had given him, the prey exposed herself to the predator. She was escorted by a man.

He recognized that man.

Shit. I did not expect this.

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