Authors Note - Hi, guys I'm sorry for the long wait but I'm back and will be uploading quicker I hope. This part is from The Assassin's point of view and I made it a bit shorter than normal because I know some people don't want different point of views. Although I probably will do them in the future but not a whole chapter with it. COMMENTS AND VOTES are appreciated :D
Picture at the right or on the top (depending on how your reading this) is of The Assassin (You will find out his name later on) A.K.A Francisco Lachowski
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The Assassin
26th January 2014
In a park across the river sitting on a bench is a man with greying black hair in a pristine suit. Out of the park across the river on the roof of a 10 storie building down the barell of a sniper the assassin took aim... Click.
The silencer on the sniper stops any sound that the gun produced as I pull the trigger. I see the man's head snap back through my sights. He doesn't move. He's dead.
"Requiescant in pacem " [Rest in peace] I whisper in Latin my words getting lost in the wind.
I pack away everything making sure I leave behind no evidence or signs that I was here. I approach the side of the building and chuck my bag filled with all of my equipment over the edge.
Leaving the rooftop of the building then exiting the building keeping my head ducked down, my coat zipped up and a Black snapback on my head covering my brown hair and to top it off black ray ban sunglasses hiding my dark green eyes. My 6.3 broad shouldered and lean hipped frame moves gracefully.
I retrieve my bag from the bushes without breaking my stride and pull out my car keys then climb into my sleek black bentley and drive away as police sirens sound in the distance.
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I unlock the door to my house by punching in the code then scanning my eye and palm before finally placing my index finger in a small dip letting the needle prick me before the steel door slides sideways allowing me entrance.
The lock on the door automatically reangages with a click and the dim lights underneath the floor loght up where I step plus a few tiles infront, behind and to the sides. The hallway infront of me is short and only leads to one door on a downwards slope. I unlock the door infront of me the same way I did the last then descend the circular stone steps.
I strip off my leather jacket leaving me in my denim jeans and white tank top. Taking off my snapback and sunglasses I ruffle my dark brown hair to get it back to normal from its flattened state.
I tread down a hallway then place my palm on the scanner. A part of the wall slides open and I find Rae sitting in front of a wall of screens typing away at a keyboard.
His shaggy blonde hair hanging messily around him his electric blue eyes narrowed in concentration. His 6 foot frame tucked into the big black leather office chair his tanned skin clear in his shirtless state.
"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your bloody shirt on!" I snapped in a thick british accent
"Oh Jaessy I love you but I don't wanna wear a shirt with blood on it" Rae whined without looking up from the monitor
"Bloody 'el- Just put a shirt on!"
"I didn't know I worked with Moody Margaret"
"Rae-" I warned
"Or was it Horrid Henry" Rae pondered in a thoughtful tone
"Rae-" If he said it one more time...
"Oh now I remember it was Rude Ralph"
"RAE!" My short temper snapping like a rubber band
"Fine" Rae huffed getting up from his chair and unlocking the door "Bossy Bill!" Rae shouted as he legged it down the hallway
"RAE!!" I screamed as I made chase.
"Anything new?" I questioned as we both sat in the computer room the mood serious and tense as I waited for my answer.
"Actually yes but it's strange..." Rae cautiously replied clicking away at his computer with his mouth set in a grim line
"Tell me" I ordered wiping my face of any emotion when Rae sees this he swallows and turns to face me fully nervously fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. I knew that I was intimidating but it was still a shock how my friend reacted to my 'assassin mode' as he put it.
"Its from the agencies" He stated. I kept my face blank as my mind worked in overdrive. What could the agency want from me... wait did he just say
"Agencies? How many of them?" He stopped fidgeting and for the first time met my eyes his voice coming out hard and cold
"All of them. CIA, NSA, FBI, MI6, CSI, DOD... shit, theres more the list goes on and on and on" Rae looked bewildered matching what I was feeling. Never have I ever heard of the Agencies teaming up like this. Why now? Why me? "They're offering 1 billion pounds for one kill"
1 billion pounds for only one kill.
"Who is it?" Rae shakes his head
"They're sending an informant to tell you"
"Where do I meet him?"
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Smoke is visible in the dark air of the pub as I make my way over to a table in the corner where a man with greying brown hair cold grey eyes and a scar running from underneath his left eye to the left of his mouth.
His mouth is turned down in a scowl but his eyes are eager as I sit across from him. I keep silent as he rummages through a bag at his feet and retrieves a folder.
"No" I speak my voice low and as sharp as a knife filled with deadly calm. I don't trust anyone least of all any information they give me for all I know it could be a trap so I meaning Rae find out everything I need to about the target.
"But everything's her-" he begins as he starts to slide the folder towards me across the table. Does he not know what no means?
"Just give me the name"
"But-" Please somebody should of at least told him not to argue with an assassin actually no he should know not to argue with an assassin they kill for less
"A name now"
"You don't-" I don't let him finish instead I get up and stride towards the door "wait!"
I still with one hand on the door "All I need is a name" I say just loud enough for him to hear over the faint murmur in the bar. He takes a few steps towards me so no one else will be able to hear what he says next
"Alex Storm"
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