The Color of Death is Blue

The Finest Assassin

This is a routine hit, don't do anything stupid.

Keith heard the monotone, yet snarky deep voice sound through his earpiece. He sat crouched behind a tree in the dim moonlight that filtered through the branches. Cool air ran through his coal hair as he watched over his shoulder at the grand mansion behind him. Sporting his all black combat outfit and gun of choice, he replied to the message with a smirk. "You and I both know that's my style."

Just don't get yourself killed. Now what's the status?

Keith scanned the dark, empty windows through his night vision. He huffed in confusion, "Shiro, are you sure Mr. Bigman is home right now?"

The tracker we placed confirms Mr. Tailour's location. Why? Is something wrong?

Keith squinted his eyes, straining to catch a glimpse of any movement, "I don't have visual."

Where are the servants at the moment?

Keith rolled his eyes, "No- like, I don't have visual on anyone. The whole mansion is dark- on all three floors."

There was a long pause, This seems sketchy, you should abort mission and head back to base.

Keith pulled his head back and leaned his back against the trunk of the tree. He furrowed his brows, "No, let's continue."

Keith. They may know you're coming. It's too risky. Abort mission. Now.

Keith smirked, "No can do, boss." He switched off the earpiece, switching to a solo mission. He slid his back up the tree as he stood, mocking Shiro, "Come back, it's too dangerous!" He chuckled, "I'll do whatever I damn well please."

Keith took a look over his shoulder one more time, then carefully made his way towards the front door, stopping to hide behind various shelter. After reaching a bush to the side of the front door, he scanned the yard. No movement. It was eerily quiet for a mansion housing that many people. Keith checked his watch. And it's much too early for any of them to be in bed. After taking a few more glances, confirming he wasn't spotted, he suck up to the big glass door. Keith stopped again and pressed his ear to the wood. Nothing. He took a confused breath and reached for the handle. Much to his surprise, it was unlocked.

Something is off. He replaced the earpiece and switched it back on. "Shiro, the door is unlocked. I'm heading in."

Keith! I told you to abort!

He rolled his eyes and adjusted his grip on his gun, "Well, I'm not doing that, so just fucking help me."

Shiro took a long aggravated breath, Alright, go. We can't detect any movement after doing a scan, but be extremely careful. You may not be alone.

"Roger that," he smiled with satisfaction and pushed open the door with his shoulder, bringing his gun up to direct his gaze. Just like the outside, the whole mansion was dark, so Keith stuck to his night vision. Directly across from the door was a set of overly wide marble stairs leading to the second floor. To the right was a blackened entryway into a large room. To the left was a large painting of a black Pomeranian, and the white wall was lined with various brown doors.

Keith inched his way up the stairs, scanning every inch as he walked. He couldn't catch sight of anything until he reached the top of the stairs. On the last step, he stared down the long hallway in front of him. Other than the moonlight casting window marks on the carpet, there was a small black figure on the floor, curled around a corner. After a moment of standing, waiting for it to move, he dropped his gun. "Shiro," he whispered.

What is it Keith?

He raised his gun again and started toward the dark mass, "I have visual on something. Unsure of what it is yet. Heading towards it. No movement detected."