Reversed Command

The Mission

(Talon P.O.V.)

"Search for the girl and bring her to me. Dead or alive. As long as she is in condition for further study." The husky voice of the old man spoke while his lips curved into a somewhat crooked smirk.

A hooded figure stepped out of the shadows. He gave out a mysterious yet deadly presence. "And the payment?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Once you complete your mission you will have your payment." He showed him the suitcase that was sitting on the neatly treated desk. The assassin nodded and turned his back to leave but stopped once the men spoke again. "But be careful. Don't let her looks fool you. She IS dangerous." He warned, a certain glint in his purplish sunken eyes revealed madness.

The younger male huffed and raised his head enough so that his features were visible. One clear hazel eye gazed at the boss standing behind him. "Don't take me for a fool" his cupid lips turned into a smirk "I never miss a target. I always deliver my missions." He turned around once more and disappeared into the night.

"Let's just hope you do." An evil smirk plastered on his chiselled face.

This was just another easy quest for the young assassin: get target's location, wait for the perfect moment to strike and a blade through the heart. No mess, a single hit and a lifeless body dropping to the floor. This prevented any kind of exchange, any kind of possible connection with the victim leading to no remorse. He trusted his abilities for he had never failed before. Talon didn't know yet but this was about to change.