Shelby's weak eyes looked up when the sword she expected to swoop down like some avenging angel and claim her life took a slight delay. The look in her eyes matches the exact ones popping out from the balls of her fellow assassin. Their shocked gazes held each other and she watched as the sword hanging in the air slowly slipped off the man's hand and then his body followed and crashed to the ground in a heavy thud. His fall revealed Marcus who stood behind him trembling from head to toe, his eyes wide as an ocean frozen in shock while his shaking limbs clutched tightly the now red-stained sword that was once inside the dead assassin body.  Marcus couldn't believe what he had done. He just killed somebody, he thought his whole body drenched in fear. He wasn't a killer. He might enjoy watching the hunt but that doesn't mean he likes to take the life himself. Thank you, the soft words wafted up to him penetrating his frozen mind. The sword dropped with a loud clang from hi

The deadweight of her target hit the ground in a loud thud. Lightning calmly lifted the remaining wine in her glass to her lips and drowned it all before getting to her feet to finish the rest of the ritual when the target has been eliminated. She took out the company-issued smartphone and pressed some buttons to gain assess to the secured camera and took pictures of her no longer breathing target and hit send. She waited for few minutes for her file to be received and acknowledged at the HQ and when she got a response in the form of six figures a huge smile broke her face. As quietly as she came in she left the same way making sure not to leave any clues that can be traced back to her by the cops. Outside the target apartment Lightning lifted her black hoody over her shinny beach blonde hair and kept her face downcast and away from the cameras hanging at strategic points along the hallways and other hidden places and made her way confidently towards the lobby making su

" Alright, guys we have a new target on our hands. Hills Thomas. Thirty-two years old, and a construction worker. We need to pick our assassins, " Percy said to the room. " Do we add Lightning to the group? " Grey, a mousy blonde hair guy with a lot of freckles asked out loud. " No, let her rest. Pick from the old bunch, " Percy instructed. " What about sweet girl, " Blake suggested. " Okay, more guys, " Percy said going to take his seat at the head of the table. " Poison, " Simon, the African American in the group blurted out. " Who is she? " Percy asked looking at the big screen. " Wait let me put up her details, " Simon said clicking at his laptop. A few seconds later the image of a beautiful brunette with Gothic features filled the big screen. " She is a gamma sir. ""That is good, who else?"  " Sly fox, " Simon said again, reading off his screen. " That is three people. We need two more. Add someone of high

The brunette words didn't do a shit clearing up the confusion in Cat's eyes. She was supposed to be dead. She felt the needle and the drug enter through her neck into her blood so how the fuck was she still alive, and why?. " How and Why? " she asked softly voicing the questions in her mind while casting a shadow of suspicion in the woman's direction. Poison eyed the blonde, the explanation as to why she spared the blonde mind an elusive point in her mind for the moment but how she saved the blonde was one she could heartily explain. " Well, sweet doodles when your heart stopped I quickly removed your tracker before giving you the antidote that will bring back your heart and went ahead to hide you while faking your death. " Poison finished her explanation with a proud smile on her lips as if expecting a medal for her actions.Cat glowered at the dark brunette. " First, don't ever call me that, ew!, " she says making a disgusting face that started a light smile on

Poison acted as if the alert never rang and continued what she was doing. She gently raised the blonde white tee from yesterday and revealed a very tan flat stomach and mild abs with a plaster on the right side. Her fingers went to the plaster but instead of taking it off, she used her fingers to stroke the smooth skin beside it.  Cat gasped softly at the tickling Poison action caused. She swallowed past the desire that filled her throat, before speaking. " Aren't you going to leave? " she asked looking directly at her wrist band.  " Shortly, but first this, " Poison replied in a cocky tone.  " What if the killer tracks you to this place? " Cat asked arching her brow at the woman, not that she is scared. " Then I will make sure that nothing happens to you, " Poison replied her with a wink before going back to her task.  She peeled off the white clear plaster as slowly as she could not cause the blonde further pain but wasn't really