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Ashley stood there with her head bowed. She was still there trying to form something up when a hand yanked her towards the elevator. Immediately they entered the elevator, Frederick shoved her and she slam her back on the wall of the elevator. He then came forward towards her and grabbed her by the neck.. raising her body to his eye level. " You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?"

It gives them the idea to try some shit earlier than they should. We reach our destination and go to our assigned class. The door to the classroom is wide open so Cassey just walks in but I am frozen and all I can think about is turning around and running away because my worst nightmare has come true. Occupying the seats at the back are none other than the elites and as if the world is working extra hard against me today, Suzie and one of her clowns, Veronica, are also in this class. Scanning the room, the only allies I have are Cassey and Trevor who is currently chatting up the girl seated next to him. The bell rings which startles me out of my stupor but by then Cassey is already seated an

And she did great, he perfectly moulded her into strong perfect fighter in martial arts, disciplined and cold hearted. He classified his fighters into Classes. Class c contains a fighters who are getting trained to become Assassin's. Class B contains fighters who are good with their fighting skills and mostly got hired for Assassination or bodyguards positions, Ashton belonged to this class. And class A was group which contains fighters who has gone through intense martial arts trainings and perfect in every skills like sword fighting, archery, shooting and martial arts. Class A fighters are unbreakable and only few from his agency succeeded to became class A.

It was nothing like the other one I had been to; it was a little smaller, I think they had no intention of moving the base until they barked up the wrong tree. The assassin that led us to the base was shot and killed on the floor while we all went inside. Immediately we walked inside, the alarm went off, and the girls were told to arm themselves and go after us. I give it to them; they were training killing machines, and if my men weren't trained as well, they would have swept the floor with them. They were all over the place, I was initially thinking of giving some of them a chance to walk out of here alive, but it's as if they are all wired the same way.

Alison's jaw dropped. "What the..." she whispered, her heart still pounding with fear. The man patted Nicholas on the back. "Dude, you weren't kidding." She got guts, she stayed hidden the whole time. Nicholas didn't smile heading to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Alison fell down the stairs, her face red with anger and shame. "What was that?" " she asked. “Consider this part of your training.” he sipped his coffee like nothing happened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes.

"Thanks, Bastien told me what you said to him, it'd be an honor to help you train." She smiled, "thanks, I'm pretty good in this class, I find it interesting." I nodded as the instructor called for our attention. After an hour of planning instructions and we were given our assignment a paper on a topic of our choice from a list he gave us on how we would defuse or retaliate and why would we do one or the other. My next 2 classes were Administrative, building codes and politics, all boring, I guess I'm a warrior at heart.

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

People thought killing was loud and always required spilling blood. It didn’t . If you knew how the body worked, all you needed was timing, pressure, and the right conversation. And I was about to initiate the right conversation. Raina’s dad leaned right beside me at the edge of the terrace, one hand resting on the railing, the other wrapped around a glass he hadn’t finished. His breathing was steady—for now. “You don’t look like you enjoy crowds,” he said. “I don’t,” I replied.

But again, because I was Aldric’s assistant. The whispers began the moment I stepped into the corridor. Some curious. Most unnecessarily resentful, others openly hostile. I kept my head down and walked. Class A was larger than the others, higher ceilings, wider training mats, reinforced stone along the walls for sparring impacts. The strongest wolves were placed here. Heirs. Betas. Future pack leaders. I did not belong among them, and everyone knew it. The instructor barely looked at me when I entered. “Zero,” he said, reading off a slate. “Assigned assistant status. You will train and test as normal.”

Amid the scattered papers and crumpled textbooks, the stark inscription on the school badge shone clearly into her mind, a final, damning piece of evidence: Ninth Grade, Class Five, Skylar Vance. The master assassin, whose mind had once handled lethal complexity and unimaginable pressure, was utterly, brutally blindsided by this temporal catastrophe. “Hey, Skylar Vance! Who gave you permission to stand? Get down on your knees, now!” A high-pitched, childish voice, dripping with pure, unearned entitlement, ripped through the silence of her shock.