The Assassins Touch

Chapter Eighteen

It was a warm night, filled with silence. On the outskirts of Atlanta, was a Light warehouse, stocked full off all manner of weapons and technology.

"I'm in position" Beca whispers into her comms device, who h was attached to her jacket. Her eyes narrow as she watches the patrols of men walk around, threading through the trucks that arrived only moments ago.

"This must be some delivery. There's twice as many patrols here than usual. And they've changed their routes since I was last here." Emily's voice whispers through the earpiece embedded in Becca's ear.

"I think your betrayal might of been noticed." Beca suggests.

"Possibly. But it still doesn't change anything. We can take these." Emily states. "We should strike soon. I can see two patrols about to intersect on my end, I can take them out. What about your end?" Emily questions. Beca watches the patrols on her side, and she counted three. But they didn't seem to intersect anywhere from what she has been watching. And the sniper tower on the side of the warehouse creates another problem. And from the tree she was hiding in, she had no chance of getting to the sniper tower.

"It's alot more difficult on my side. Sniper has a vantage point so no matter who I attack, I'm gonna be seen." Beca sighs. "I need a perfect shot to take him out, and with a handgun with a silencer, it's going to be near impossible."

"What about the spotlight?" Emily suggests, and a smile forms on Beca's face.

"I love you, have I mentioned?" Beca says.

"Not enough." Emily chuckles as Beca unholsters her handgun and aims for the spotlight. Within a second, it explodes as the ground below the sniper tower is cloaked in darkness. Beca wastes no time as she leaps down from the tree, landing on the hard tarmac before rolling across it. She holsters the pistol back and brings out two daggers as she charges towards the closest patrol, effortlessly slicing through them within seconds, leaving her surrounded in a pool of blood. Beca eyes lock onto sniper tower, which was now alot closer, and she could just see the outline of the sniper. She pulls her handgun out, training it on them and pulls the trigger, and the body flops against the railings. Beca smirks as she turns back around, sprinting towards the patrol that was nearest to the east side, and as she comes close she leaps towards them, wrapping her legs around one and twists and flips them over. She manages to land on her knees and gracefully rolls off them and pulls her handgun and presses the barrel against the chin of one of the men before pulling the trigger, his head exploding as his body flops. She then spins around and takes out the others with two quick shots. Before unloading her gun and sliding in another clip. As she glances over to the west side of the warehouse, she clocks five guys in the last patrol. And it would be hard to get over to them without being noticed, but they couldn't leave any witnesses. Beca weighs her options before she sighs, sliding her pistol back into the holster and begins to move towards them, moving from crate to crate that scattered the road, her eyes scanning for anything she could use as a distraction. And as she comes across a bunch of crates by a truck, a smile forms as she finds a beer bottle.

"Oh I do love drinkers" she smirks as she carries on towards the last patrol. As she comes within a few yards of them, she chucks the beer bottle over their heads and it smashes against the floor, all of them spinning towards where the sound came from, handguns raised towards it. Beca rolls her eyes as she quietly walks over.

"I can't see anything" One of them says as Beca comes into earshot of them.

"I heard something though." Another states.

"That would be me. Sorry" Beca chuckles as pulls out a dagger and forces it into the stomach of the nearest one, before gracefully grabbing his gun and pulling it across another's face, yanking her dagger out and rolling forward and leaping up, pulling her leg across the other free. She stands up and looks at the five.