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The grim reaper stood on top of the tallest building in their target area easily blending with the night in her black attire, she knew that she needed to stay alert because someone was always bound to make a mistake when on a mission. Raised in the Elite Assassin Academy, she knew how to execute well and had little to no room for sympathy when she had to take someone’s life. The Elite Assassin Academy was known for it is undying record of cleaning the streets of bad guys, so why would the grim reaper feel any pain while performing her duty.
“Captain, are you there?” Mica’s voice spoke through the grim reaper’s earpiece.
“I am here Mica, and I can see you. Just stay in position until I say otherwise.” The grim reaper responded as she clicked on her vision glasses to spot if their target was approaching.
“Anyone else feeling very hungry today?” O’Brian voiced, earning annoyed grants from everyone in the group.
“Aren’t you always hungry O’Brian?” Becca said as she sat behind black barells on the sidewalk in a full black outfit clickly quickly on her laptop.
“Can everyone just shut up.” Alexia’s said, clearly angry with their discussion.
“Alexia, the party pooper never misses having the last word in every dam discussion.” Grumpy Wyatt said.
“Ronda, your 12 o’clock now.” The grim reaper said as she fixed her sniper gun and laid flat on her stomach on the roof top, making sure to adjust the lenses properly for a clear shot.
“Roger that Captain.” Ronda said as she threw herself in front of the first black car and disaapeared instantly from view. The car came to a screeching stop to investigate the person that just landed on their vehicle. Behind the car, seven other cars stop as well. One man dressed in a black suit, stepped out of the front passenger seat from the first car and as he walked to examine the body, Alex on another roof top shot him straight in the head.
“Bingo.” Alex said boldly through his earpiece.
“Nice shot Alex, I let you take that one.” The grim reaper said as she shot straight through the windshield at the driver from the first car.
“I’m on the move Captain.” Ronda said as she pushed her body under the first car to plant the bomb, this was always the best job for her because she was the best arsonist.
“Keep a low profile this time please Ronda, we don’t want to scrape you from the floor.” Alexia said moving closer to the vehicles in the dark.
“Everyone just shut the hell up, focus and stand still.” The grim reaper said.
The men in the vehicles behind have all stepped out with guys in their hands. The target car remained in the centre with no movement. The reaper knew it was stupid to go charging in because it will only if them an open space to attack them, so she told her team to wait. The window rolled down from the car in the centre and she saw that was their target.
“What the fuck just happen Matthew?” The man from the open window said.
“I don’t know boss, the boys seemed to have knocked something, but I see that they have been shot and there is no body.” The man said.
“Are you ready to tango everyone? I don’t have to repeat the rules, do I?” The grim reaper spoke through her earpiece as she further adjusted her gun.
“We are ready.” The entire squad said through their earpiece.
“Game on.” The reaper said this and shot the man who came from speaking right in the heart. Ronda moved quickly and discreetly through the cars planting explosive and finally disappearing out of site.
“Captain check!” Ronda said as she speed down the ally as a gunshot was heard behind her. She blending with the dark walls to catch her breathe because the guns were finally blazing, and her job was done.
“Ronda meet up with Becca, she is at C4.” The grim reaper said as she continued to shot from the roof top. Alexia got closer to the cars and started fighting with six of the bodyguards and with the help of Wyatt they were kicking their asses.
“This doesn’t seem like a fair fight does it Alexia?” Wyatt said as he sent one of the bodyguards flying with a roundhouse kick.
“I think it’s fair enough we can manage six guys Wyatt.” Alexia said as she twisted the guy’s head.
“O’Brian, where the hell are you?” Mica asked.
“Right behind you.” He said as he shot the men that were circling Mica.
“It took you long enough.” Mica said annoyed at O’Brian’s late entrance.
“Alexia, Wyatt, Mica and O’Brian fall back now Alex and I will take it from here. Becca how is the security footage looking like?” The grim reaper said as she put her sniper gun in its case. She wore the case, hooked the zip line, and began to descend from the building. Alex on the other building did the same thing and they meet after 2 minutes.
“Roger that Captain.” The rest of them said in union as they fell back into the darkness of the night. Alex and the grim reaper took out their Glock 22 guns and began to shot the remaining mean until the reached the target car.
Alex shot both the driver and the second guard on the front passenger seat as the grim reaper opened the passenger seat and pulled the leader out.
“Mr Ravoli, a pleasure to meet you.” The grim reaper said smiling.
“What do you want from me? Who are you?” Mr Ravoli said looking weak as his eyes begged for mercy. One thing the man on the ground didn’t know about the grim reaper is that she doesn’t grant mercy, that’s just not who she is.
“Hey mister, why don’t you try begging?” Alex said as he smirked at the man.
“Please don’t kill me, I will give you all my money, I beg you.” Mr Ravoli cried. The grim reaper crouched and looked him in the eyes and shock her head.
“I don’t believe in mercy.” She stood back up, clicked her gun in place and shot him in the head and in the heart.
“Clean shot boss.” Alex said and starting turning to walk away.
“Everyone clear and meet at junction XD4.” The grim reaper said as she disappeared into the night.
“Roger that.” The entire squad said as they moved quickly into the night.
Sofia stood alone in the communications room long after everyone else had cleared out.The space was dim, lit only by the glow of monitors and the faint reflection of her own face in the glass. On every screen, fragments of the Council’s broadcast looped endlessly—her name, her image, her sentence. Traitor. Target. Threat.She had spent most of her life erasing herself, moving silently, leaving nothing behind but bodies and questions. The Council had believed that silence was her nature.They were wrong.Behind her, the door opened quietly.Russo entered without announcement, his presence steady, unhurried. ‘If you do this,’ he said calmly, ‘there’s no reclaiming anonymity.’
The announcement did not come with sirens or gunfire.It came quietly.That was how the Council always operated when they wanted fear to seep into the bones rather than explode on impact. By the time the world realised something had changed, the damage would already be done.Sofia felt it first as a disruption in the digital air.Russo’s estate buzzed with low-level activity—comms operators murmuring, screens flickering as encrypted channels lit up one after another. She stood near the central operations table, arms folded, posture calm despite the tension tightening her spine.Alex stood beside her now, a faint bruise darkening his jaw, his eyes sharp and restless as he scanned incoming data. He hadn’t asked questions
The alarms at the Council complex did not stop when Alex crossed the outer gates.They followed him into the city like a warning siren meant for anyone still loyal enough to listen.By the time he reached the underground transit tunnel, his face was slick with sweat, lungs burning, but his mind was terrifyingly clear. There was no going back now. Whatever fragile protection his rank had once afforded him was gone. Madam Lee would not hesitate to brand him a traitor, and the Council would not hesitate to erase him.Alex disappeared into the service tunnels, shedding his jacket, dumping his weapon into a drainage shaft, and becoming anonymous by necessity. Every step was calculated, every turn deliberate. Survival had always been part of the training. Tonight, it was personal.A
Alex had always believed that truth revealed itself eventually.You just had to dig long enough.The safehouse was quiet except for the soft hum of the servers lining the walls. Screens glowed with fragments of data—mission logs, intercepted transmissions, corrupted Council files slowly being stitched back together. Alex sat at the centre of it all, eyes bloodshot, jaw tight, his body running on caffeine and stubborn refusal to stop.The deeper he dug, the uglier it became.Timelines didn’t match. Casualty reports had been altered. Entire operations had been erased from record, their participants listed as KIA when Alex knew they had never returned to base at all. And always, like a fingerprint pressed into wet cement, one name appeared at the edge of every anomaly.
Sofia had always believed that choice was an illusion.The Council taught that obedience was survival. That questioning orders was weakness. That loyalty was measured by how quickly you pulled the trigger when told to. For years, she had mistaken endurance for freedom, discipline for purpose.Standing now in Don Russo’s study, she understood how wrong she had been.The room was quiet, the low hum of the city filtering in through the tall windows behind him. Russo stood near his desk, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up in a way that suggested this was not a negotiation he intended to dominate. He watched her closely, not like prey, not like property—but like an equal weighing another.Damian lingered near the door, deliberately silent.
The Council chamber was never silent by accident.Every echo, every pause, every measured breath was calculated to intimidate, to remind those within its walls that power did not need to shout. It simply waited. Tonight, that silence felt brittle, stretched thin by impatience and fear.Madam Lee stood at the centre of the room, hands clasped behind her back, spine straight, chin lifted. She had perfected the posture years ago—confidence without arrogance, loyalty without submission. It had served her well.Until now.‘Your report is incomplete,’ one of the Council members said, voice distorted by the modulation field that concealed identity. ‘You assured us the mission would be neutralised.’Madam Lee incli
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