the sound of muffled footsteps fill the night, endlessly marching forth. the footsteps come to a halt, and the unnamed assassins scan their surroundings. a static voice can be heard. the first assassin brings his hand up, and presses it against his right ear. he mumbles a few quick sentences, before deactivating his communication device. the second assassin nods and does the same.
she takes up her blade and jumps down the rooftop, the first quickly following suit. midair, they both equip their blade and stab it into the wall in perfect synchronisation. they stare at each other momentarily, before bringing up a cloth to hide their mouth, only revealing their cold eyes. they slowly scale down the building, before landing gracefully upon a balcony. the first assassin brings taps onto his left ear, bringing up an interface upon his eyes. a brief moment later, they begin their mission.
the first assassin brings out a tiny blade with many tiny ridges and weird distortions upon its metal. the assassin equips the weird blade and carefully detached the glass from its frame. he and the second place the glass aside, and in the blink of an eye, they disappear into the house. the assassins stalk through the house, peering through every keyhole with specialised magnifiers in search of their goal. within a few doors, they find their target.
the second assassin brings out her blade - a long, sharp blade, and slice apart the lower half of the door into dustlike bits. they crawl under, with a blade in one hand. they creep upon the bed, the rise and fall of their target's body readily visible. the first assassin brings out his blade - a short blade with a very fine cutting edge, and swings it down, cutting the target across the neck swiftly.
blood pools across the bed, a gurgling sound heard from the throat of the deceased as they shake violently upon losing their blood. the two assassins begin to make their escape, staring back, only once, with yet their cold, deathly gazes equipped.
they use their blades to scale up the walls of the building, reactivating their communication devices upon reaching firm ground. in harmony, they mutter, 'target terminated. mission accomplished. returning to hq.' the moment they finish their sentences, they leave only the dust trailing behind them.
"to win a game in life, you have to play your cards well."
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𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝐛𝐭𝐬𝐱𝐠𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
Mystery / Thrilleruniversity students by day, assassins by night. after their lectures they have two jobs, one in the morning, another at night. *still ongoing* WARNING: mature language is being used in this ff.
