Asset POV
*Bang*
The body hits the floor.
"Asshole" I mutter to the body as I yet again begin the clean up of another killing.
Did he seriously think he'd be able to get the jump on me by breaking into my apartment.
Moron...
I know his face, so I know who sent him...I knew he missed me, and if he wants me this badly, I'll pay him a little visit and thank him gratefully for his concern. My week just got 10 times more exciting.
He knows me better than this...did he really think assassins would work on me??
I roll the body in a spare unused sheet, drag it to the garbage shoot and drop it down. Then I make my way to my kitchen and grab a bottle of disinfectant and pour it down the edges all around the shoot too to kill any DNA or blood smears.
When I reach the dumpster outside I pull the body out and load it into the boot of my car.
"Quarry" I think to my self...and start the drive to the desolate location...
By the time I'm home again, the suns rising and I've gotta start my surveillance on the child again...yay! This should be fun, a hyper active hero child and a sleep deprived assassin...that'll end well.
As I prepare for my day of joy, I feel off...
Like I'm being watched...again...Surely he hasn't sent another one this quickly.
I'm not in the mood for this shit, which probably makes it worse for him, but not for me.
I make my way to the location which I knew the young Mr Parker would cross to get to school, and sure enough 20 mins after he should of crossed the traffic lights a very late Peter came dashing into view.
"So punctual" I mutter my myself and note it down mentally for later when I complete my report.
I follow him to his school, and let me just say, this fucking kid is the slowest walker known to man. Why the hell didn't he just web it there? Would've taken him a few minutes and not 40!
Well I ain't going to monitor this little shit while he's on school grounds, because I could be seen and to be fair I'm not the best with kids...kind of a assassin killer thing.
As I'm leaving the grounds, I spot a face among the students, a face that shouldn't be there, a face that immediately makes me reach for my gun.
"Tony"...
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The warrior
FanfictionA emotionless puppet. Whose strings have been pulled so tight they just might break at any given point. And when they do, god help those who have been controlling her for over a year...
