Dicing with Death

Chapter 2

Different types of guns were infront of me. Shotguns, rifles, revolvers, pistols and more were intimidatingly lined against the walls like trophies. I scanned over them, looking for something easy to carry around

The Ruger Super Redhawk .480 caught my eye. It is quite loud, but is sure to kill with a single shot. I heard footsteps approaching me from behind as I ran my hand across the long, cold barrel of the revolver. They echoed within the room's silent walls.

"I see you're already prepared" a voice rasped behind me. It belonged to Travis Graves, my mentor. I turned around to face him. My eyes met his. Mine were cognac, his were brown. I have to admit, he looked rather healthy for a 60 year old who spent most his live raising assassins.

Knowing I was not going to reply, he uttered "Follow me" and without waiting for an answer, he turned away and walked into the hall. Gun in hand, I followed him. It was mostly silent while we walked. We would greet the scientists and agents as we walked by. We stopped infront of a metallic door.

Rookie agents were never allowed behind that door.

Travis handed me a brown folder. I opened it up and took out the document inside. It had a portrait of a man named Alexander Olliston as well as all of the information on him.

"This will be your last training session" Travis announced.

"Is this my target?" I questioned with a slight frown on my head. I've never heard of any agent getting a real target for a graduation test.

He sighed as he unlocked the door. "Go inside" he spoke with a tired voice, ignoring my question.