Romans & histoires Assassination Academy

“I told you that I’m okay. Why do you always think that I’m going to fail this mission again? Saood got the best of me. I’m not going to let that happen again.” “That’s good to hear,” he answered. “Here.” Alex looked down at his hand and saw an ordinary pin. “It’s a camera,” he explained calmly. “Director Marshall wants eyes and ears inside the building. With Montgomery having the lead he needs to crack the case; we need all the information we can to get to Saood.” She nodded as she took it and placed it in her jacket pocket.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

“So you don’t have him.” “Not yet.” I squeeze her hands. “But we’ve got our best men on this. Preliminary findings indicate the assassin was smart, so this wasn’t some impulse killing. He took all his weaponry with him, and we don’t yet know how he got in, but he got out using secret passages under the castle for royals to escape if we are attacked.” She pulls her hands back. “It sounds as though you’re attempting to dress your grandmother up as a bride.”

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

Cade worked around all of it because he had spent twelve years being the person on the other side of those countermeasures. He disarmed the assassin against a concrete pillar and had one knee on the back of their neck and their weapon arm locked before they could reconfigure. "Who sent you," he said. The assassin's jaw moved. Cade recognized the motion a half-second too late. The capsule cracked between their back teeth. The poison worked fast — the specific kind designed for exactly this situation, designed by the same people who had designed Cade's own field kit, which told him something he immediately filed away.

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

“I’m sure you didn’t come all the way to beg me to stop training.” “Right,” Emily scratches her hair, her face suddenly serious. “Hades wants to see you.” My heart picks up its pace. “Why?” “I think there’s a new target,” she replies as we walk away from the training ground. The Nameless is a group of assassins known for their ruthless methods of killing targets, and Hades is our boss—or, like he likes to be referred to, our Alpha. “And judging from everyone’s tense mood, I can tell this isn’t some simple target,” she adds, shaking her head with a frown. “He suddenly wants to meet with all the skilled assassins of the Nameless.”

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.