Assassination Academy (Rewrite In Progress))

The Final Year Begins (Rewrite)

     "Sir, are you sure about this choice?" A short and thin woman set some folders on a very clean and tidy desk, watching the large man as he read through a file in his hands. "While the boy is a phenomenal subject in regards to skill, techniques and experience, he hardly seems a fit candidate to operate as a leader." The woman stood in her place, holding a clipboard with different papers held together with a metal clip on top. "I even have a list with more qualified-"

     The man raised his right hand, silencing the woman without a word. Once he finished reading the document, he looked at his secretary. "While I understand your concerns, you seem to have failed to take into account the positive effects of giving him this role. He has no social skills to speak of at this time, nor any real experience with team work." The large man set the file he was reading down, allowing the woman to see that the file was for Blake Ashcroft, the very person they were discussing. "This will put him in a position to learn both, while teaching those who will help him with these issues how to be more efficient in combat and espionage."

     "Or it will lead to the murder of four students." A man walked into the office, wearing a black tuxedo and a dark Grey fedora. "One of which being your dear daughter, Mr. Miller."

     The large man looked at the newcomer with a bit of anger, but simply chuckled and shook his head. "I trust Blake, at the very least he'll not harm my daughter without reason out of respect for me."

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     ".... no.. I kill... fuck off.... leave me alone...." Blake was laying on his bed, talking to himself as he slept peacefully. Unknowingly being watched by his instructor, who was holding bucket of ice-water with a widespread smile on his face.

The instructor pulled his arms back, inhaling he did so. "Rise and shine!" The man spoke with a loud voice, splashing the water in his bucket across Blake's bed. The teen shot up quickly, only silent due to the lack of oxygen in his lungs.

     "Fuck the Ice Queen!" Blake now stared at his instructor, now silenced by the weird outburst. "What the fuck!? Why!?" Blake shot out of his bed, grabbing a change of clothes and a towel before running to the bathroom to change.

     The man began laughing, dropping the bucket as he doubled over. "Hahahaha, I- hahahaha! You should have heard yourself!" The man inhaled slowly, trying to stifle his laughter. "Ha- ahem, sorry Blake, I couldn't pass this opportunity up."

     "Yes you fucking could have, you dick!" Blake yelled across the large living space, still changing his clothes. "What the fuck did you want anyways?"

     "I'm just here to ensure you get these files from the Director." The man walked to the coffee table Blake made out of boredom, a plain rectangle with legs and small carvings around the edges. "I'll leave them on your coffee table, be sure to read these before the New-Bloods arrive; it's important."

     Blake came out of the bathroom only wearing black cargo pants, throwing his wet clothes in his clothes hamper before going to his closet for a shirt. "Yeah, and why am I suddenly getting some files from Markus? Does he not like some politician, so he's asking me to kill their candidate?" He grabbed a plain white t-shirt with black sleeves and threw it on. "Or am I just getting another warning to avoid misbehavior?"

     "Come on, Blake, you know I'm not one to ruin the fun of reading official documents." The instructor laughed softly, watching the teenager grab the top file and open it with slow movements; reading every word before looking at his instructor.

"Really? 'Echo-3 is to be appointed as the overseer of Project: Legion. He will guide both Ashcroft in being a team leader, and the younger candidates in effectiveness of their assassination methods.' So what? Markus decided it was a good idea to stick a bunch of youngsters with me and hope they survive?" Blake set the folder down and picked up the rest, skimming through them quickly to understand who all he was stuck with.