He was drifting along in a hot air balloon, trusting on the wild winds to take him where he needed to be. Quite certain assassinations weren't usually executed this way, he felt eager to make a mark on his field. His expertise already knew little peers, but he had always felt the irrepressible need to push the boundaries known to his kind. If he succeeded in this mission, maybe he would finally be considered for the elitist league of assassins. Infiltrating and taking down this organisation had been his goal from the start, after all.
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100 Colours
Short StoryThis is a collection of 100 short stories, around 100 words each, inspired by 100 colours. The link to the list of colours will be provided in the first chapter, as it was not created by me. If anyone decides to give this prompt list a whirl themsel...
