"Find him and kill him" She said. "Doesn't matter how or where, just do it" she added before turning around to show me the device I got to work with. A GPS, gun and self-destructing bomb in one. After you shoot, you throw and no trace will be left. It was really pretty, the shiny silver huls blinding me a bit. I nodded to my boss before heading out her giant, white office and got to the nearest car. Locating him wasn't difficult. People from our team placed a chip underneath his car that connected to my gun and to the radar in my boss' office. The Grand Hotel, Trafalgar Square in London. While I drove the short 5 minutes, I was trying to thinks of the best strategy to use my new beauty. I was known for shooting the best at the office, but something about the new gun made me feel nervous. When I arrived, I hid the device under my coat, holding it close against my torso. When I asked the receptionist for the key, she didn't even hesitate and turned around to get the key. She was clearly one of us. I got into the lift, my hands sweating a bit when I heard the 'ding' of the lift doors. I got out and rushed to his room. I took a deep breath before I put the key into the hole and opened the door in one big swing, aiming my gun already. He sat behind his desk, a big flask of whiskey in his hand. He looked over his shoulder, his face in shock when he saw me. He immediately stood up. And thats when I shot. I shot, I shot in his god damned leg. He collapsed, screaming in pain. I was paralysed. I had one try, one shot, and I blew it, literally. I couldn't move. But I forgot one important thing. The bomb inside my gun.
At least he's dead. But not according plan.
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Dramatic stories without plot
Storie breviI write a lot of dramatic stories in school, and I might as well share them here! My stories don't have a clear plot or characters, they're also quite short
