Chronicles

Sniper

***Violence Involved***

A shot pierced the air. Helen's hair lifted, curling in the air, as the bullet burrowed straight into her assailant's forehead. His eyes widened for the space of a second until he dropped to the pavement.

It was midday in the open alleyway, with not an innocent soul in sight. The last two men crouched their weapons at the ready, as they gazed wildly about the alleyway. Helen smiled at their futile attempt. The man on her left dropped next. The last looked at his comrades, then at Helen, before sprinting down the alleyway. Not one to be outshone. Helen unsheathes a throwing knife and flung it. It spun end over end, across the distance, landing with a thunk in the fleeing man's thigh. He stumbled to his knees, his gun clattering into the gutter. She raised a fist, opening it in signal to her sniper above to hold back. She continued to the fallen man who was struggling to rise. She grabbed his shoulder, slamming him back into the ground. Her knife's edge appeared beneath his chin scraping at the delicate skin of his throat.

"What do the sparrows want now?" She asked, the man laughed at her. She increased pressure of her knife, breaking the skin of his throat. She plucked another knife from her belt, spinning it, before slamming it between the man's shoulder blade. The man groaned back arching in pain. He squirmed beneath her trying to escape.

"The next one goes in your eye." She said. the man froze then speaking quickly, he said, "I'm just a hired mercenary. I don't even have the contractor's name."

Helen grimaced before twisting the knife in his shoulder. The man screamed. His breathing turned erratic coming out in short pants.

"Aiden. It's Aiden... who..hired... us... to kill you." Helen released him with a slight smile. "Now was that so hard" she asked the man. He groaned in response. He took off stumbling down the alleyway. His head suddenly Whipped back, body following as he tumbled the ground, silent evermore. "Was that necessary?" Helen called out.

"He's seen your face." a man's voice said behind her. She signed turning to face her sniper, John. The man was of medium build with cropped dark hair and cold eyes. Along black case was slung across his back holding his coveted sniper. He was the type of man that that could fade into any crowd. Hellen rolled her eyes and went to retrieve her knives. John follow silently observing the now silent alleyway and the still bodies he'd created.

"What next?" he asked Helen. She answered with a feral grin.

"Next, we pay this Aiden a visit."