The directions I was given were simple enough. Find the target and take him down without being noticed. However, easier said then done. This man was a con artist and one of the best. We had been hunting him for a few weeks now and no prevail. So they brought me in, I'm one of the best. Or at least thats what I have been told. I chuckled slightly at that thought. A shot suddenly ran through the air and I quickly came back to reality. I heard someone yell my name. "Thats odd" I thought "how does someone know my name?". I turned towards the sound. WHAM! A full blow to my temple rendering me unconscious.
When I had regained consciousness I felt numb. I ran through basic stuff in my head. My name is John Ryder, I am 26 years old, and I work for.... Who did I work for? Ah yes thats right I'm an agent for hire I'm lent out from the government. I slightly opened my eyes to figure out my surroundings so no one would notice I'm awake. I was tied tightly to a chair at a table. Where three burly men sat looking at me impatiently as if they knew I was awake. "Hope my friend here didn't hit you to hard." The man in the said. The man to the left of him grunting in amusement. I opened my eyes fully and said "well not qui-" I was interrupted by the man. "Don't waste your breath kid. We ask a question and you answer alright?". I nodded my head slowly. "Good, were off to a good start. Now why were you after Reed?". I was shocked that they knew the con artist, fore he works alone. I stuttered not sure what to say. "How do you know him?" I managed to say at last. The man on the right laughed. "Why do you think hotshot! We work for him." The man said.
As he was speaking I had realized that they had not disarmed me. The three men were murmuring to each other, so I had begun to cut my way through the ropes with the knife that was hidden in my jacket. As the ropes fell to the ground I had lunged at the man on the left. I had gotten a direct hit. The other two men had began to pull pistols. I squeezed my eyes shut as the man farthest from me pulled his trigger.
Nothing. I opened my eyes, and the man who was in the middle lay dead on the floor. "Names Jake" the man with the gun said "I work for the same guys you do."
