Nick Sievers' POV
I slipped the sunglasses onto my face and glanced behind me. It was pitch black outside, but I could almost feel the weight of all I was leaving behind.
I was an escaped fugitive, that was for sure, but there really was no country quite like America.
Well, at least in weak gun control laws. I didn't know if I could continue my career in Canada, but I would sure try.
The air was cool as a breeze fluttered around my bare forearms. The black t-shirt I wore offered little protection, but it was the only shirt I was able to find after I ditched the prison jumpsuit.
I stared at the ground in front of me, at the invisible line of freedom. Yet the other side looked no different.
I exhaled, images flashing through my mind of all the things I was leaving behind. Of all the things I had lost. Of all the things I would never see again.
Slowly, I forced my feet to carry me forward. Under the veil of night, there was no one to witness my unceremonious escape into Canada. And I made a vow to myself that no one would ever hear from Nick Sievers again.
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The Hitman
Mystère / ThrillerIf a tree falls in a forest and no one is around, does it really make a sound? If there's never a body, can there really be a murderer? Nick Sievers is one of the world's best hitmen. But when one day he is set up and betrayed, he realizes that eve...
