A Missed Shot

Chapter Two

They descend down into the crypt, lit up with blue torches that led all the way down. A shudder went up Destiny's spine as the door shut behind them, still not used to the sound of it.

The voice of The Overseer was now audible. The two were in hearing range.

". . .and they will look damn fine doing it." A short chuckle of laughter burst across the other men. The Overseer. No one knows who he is, where he is, or what he looks like. Whoever he was, his silhouette still creeped Destiny out. His voice is always distorted but still audible and understandable. As Destiny and Scarlet walk into the press room, there are wolf whistles and cheers going on amongst the men.

"Ah, here's our female friends now," The Overseer chimed in. The cheers were still going on. "Settle down lads. We were just talking about the two of you. Of course, we saw your performance out there handling those wolves with our CCTV cameras and Destiny, I am impressed. I've never seen someone take on a wolf flawlessly, nor have I seen someone stay in battle when there's more enemies that they can handle. I am proud to say that you, Destiny Higginbotham, aka The Deadeye, are now being promoted to the Supreme Elite class."

She couldn't believe her ears. It's been her dream in the past 2 years to finally be in rank with Scarlet. But then reality hits her and she realizes that--

"There's only one issue," The Overseer begins, as if on cue, "You and Scarlet can no longer be a team together. Once you're a Supreme Elite, it's all done alone. Do you accept these terms and conditions?" After a long, awkward pause, she swallows hard and nods her head yes. "Good. Knowing you never miss a shot anyways, I presume this won't be too much an issue. I recommend you do some melee training soon. Please, approach the tube to the left of you to claim your newfound gear."

Taking a glance over to the left and walking over, she looks and sees a beautiful, sleek black leather outfit and a similar one made of cloth for the warmer nights, both equipped with hoods. Behind that she sees a large, but suprisingly lightweight metal black bow and an arrow set. The arrows being black have the organization's insignia and a golden "D" embedded in the arrow's butt. Unable to contain her excitment, she turns around with a large smile, meeting eye contact with everyone.

"Alright everyone, that about wraps it up for tonight. Head for your bunks. Destiny, I'd like you to stay here with me for a minute, if you don't mind."

"Sure thing," she replies. After a few moments, The Overseer begins to speak.

"Look there's a very important target that I need taken out before we as an organization can proceed in anyway. I believe you are the only one who can take her down."

"Gimme a name, date, time, address and photo and she'll be dead in no time."

"Easy there kiddo. I've heard of other assassins trying to take her down. Some have committed suicide rather than homicide. Others have turned to her side. One barely escaped with his life, his last words being, 'the amulet.'"

In anger, and instinctively reaching for hers, Destiny replies, "What so you think just because I have an amulet linked by blood and soul that I have to kill the bitch?!"

"Silence, child. I in no way intend for the purpose to come across as such." Destiny could tell by the tone in his voice he was lying. "I figured with your concept of training, you could take her out with just one blow."

"Who is she?"

"Her name is Ellie and she runs the strongest force fighting back against us. Details in the morning. Go and get some rest, yeah?"

Hearing the name made a small part of her gut burn inside. She had a vague feeling she knew who Ellie was.