Lethal Assassin {Mark, Jack, Dan, Phil, Ethan, Natewantstobattle, MatPat}

Mission

I took a deep breath. The London night air was cool and refreshing. I watched the people in the house below me as I sat perched on a roof, pistol securely attached to my waist. Once I saw my target, I moved swiftly. I climbed off of the roof and scaled the side of the building, the rough edges of the bricks running along my forearms as I descended.

I stayed hidden in the shadows as I got into a new position near a window. As I peered in, I saw men dressed in classy tuxedos and women wearing fancy cocktail dresses. There was soft jazz music playing within the sophisticated house. My eyes now locked onto my target, my gaze now following him into the kitchen.

I watched as he poured a glass of expensive white wine and swirled it around in the glass. He then, very gracefully, took a small sip of it. Placing the glass on the counter, he returned to the large living room where everyone else was either conversing in small groups or dancing in pairs. He approached a very beautiful woman, whom he placed his hands on her shoulders. She turned to look at him, smiling.

The man proceeded to lead her into the kitchen, where they stood at the island together. They shared a kiss, then continued on up the stairs. I knew it was time to make my move.

I pulled down the black mask that covered my nose and mouth. "Target is heading upstairs with woman. Are you in position?" I whispered into my earpiece.

A reply came in. "Affirmative."

With that, I repositioned my black mask and I quickly raced to the side of the house, where a rope hung from a second floor window. I ascended the rope as quickly as possible, stopping just below the window.

The bedroom door opened, and I heard shuffling within the room, followed by the door closing once again. The man and woman sat on the bed together, talking in hushed tones.

Suddenly, the door swung open and my two team members rushed in. Before entering, I made sure my black hood was up. I then climbed all the way up the rope and slithered my way through the window frame. My one team member held onto the man, while the other held onto the woman, both of them covering their mouths.

I pulled the pistol from my waist and aimed. My one team member let go of the woman and stepped out of the way. I pulled the trigger and a bullet struck her right in the middle of the forehead, killing her upon impact. Her limp body fell to the floor and blood started to ooze out of her head, staining the once white carpet.

Next, I aimed at the man, the main target. My other team member let go of him and stepped out of the way. I applied pressure to the trigger and watched as the bullet traveled from my gun right through the mans' head. His limp body crashed to the floor right beside the woman's, contributing to the process of staining the perfectly white carpet.

My two team members and I climbed out of the window and slid down the rope. We took off into the darkness of the night, away from the house. After approximately two minutes, we could hear the sounds of sirens piercing the air.

The three of us stopped in an alleyway, waiting for our getaway car. I leaned against the brick wall of a building, looking out onto the street. I took a quick glance at my other two team members, who seemed to be staring out into the night just as I was. I noticed that the brown, curly hair of the one British man was just barely sticking out from under his hood, while the other British man looked as if he was deep in thought.

Just then, a silver Rolls Royce came to a screeching halt in front of us, and we entered the vehicle as fast as possible. The green haired driver turned and took a quick glance at the three of us, then placed his focus back on the road as he stepped on the gas.

While on the way back to our headquarters, my mind raced with thoughts of what our next mission would be. We were finally cracking down on London's most notorious criminal group, The Crimson Killers, and I was waiting for the day we would go head to head with them. Tonight's mission was taking out one of their contacts.

Once back at the headquarters, our boss was waiting for us in her office.

"Come on in." She said in her perky voice.

We all sat down as she spread four files out on her desk. I shared looks between my team members, Dan, Phil, and Sean, before returning my attention to what was on the desk.

"What is this?" Phil asked her.

She cleared her throat. "These are files on the members of The Crimson Killers. We have acquired more information on them, and are continuing our research."

She then picked up one file and opened it for us to see. "This here is Mark Fischbach. He is the leader of the group."

I studied the photo that was present and memorized all of his facial features.

She then opened the other three files for us to look at. I scanned them, studying the photographs of each of the other members. I associated their photos with their names; Matthew Patrick, Nathan Smith, and Ethan Nestor.

"The group is planning on being present at The Moonlit Fox nightclub tomorrow night, so I suggest that you Y/N go there and try to find out more about them." The boss told me.

I nodded my head. "Of course."

She then turned her attention to Sean. "I would like you positioned somewhere so that Y/N is always in your sight line, to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"Understood." Sean replied.

"What shall we do?" Dan asked, referring to himself and Phil.

She thought for a moment. "You two will stay in the car and keep communication with Sean from inside."

They both nodded their heads in understanding.

"What time will we need to be there?" I inquired.

"Ah yes." The boss began. "That we are unsure of. We do not know what time they plan on showing up for, however if you happen to get there before them, just wait for them to arrive. I suggest that you arrive at twenty-three hundred hours."

"Splendid." I said.

The boss closed all of the files and placed them in a locked drawer of her desk. She then stood up. "I bid goodnight to all of you and wish you the best of luck tomorrow night."

"Much appreciated." Sean commented.

We all left her office and went to the top floor of the headquarters where our penthouses were located. I entered my unit and switched the lights on.

I went into my bedroom and placed my pistol in the drawer of my bedside table, then ventured into the bathroom so I could take a warm shower.

Once finished, I slipped my pyjamas on and turned the lights off. I was excited about finally meeting the most dangerous criminal group in London tomorrow night.

Slipping into bed, I drifted off to sleep with that thought dancing around my mind, threatening to keep me awake.

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