Assassination Note の小説・ストーリー

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

Bullet casings littered the floor, evidence of countless hours spent perfecting their deadly art. As Emine continued her exploration, she noticed a corner dedicated to intelligence gathering and analysis. Here, assassins pored over maps, blueprints, and surveillance footage, piecing together the puzzle of their targets. Computer screens flickered with encrypted messages and intricate algorithms, highlighting the basement's connection to a vast network of information.

This was the murder of someone, and it was caught on film. And the little girl was Raven. I flipped the photograph over. Scrawled across the back in red ink that could be mistaken for blood was a note. I remember her. Does she remember me?

We pull up to the hidden apartment on the outskirts of town, hidden beneath a warehouse we infiltrate the area, pushing doors open and finally landing at the door My heart pounds in my chest, this is it, this is the person we have been looking for, finally, we can be free from his clutches My anger builds in anticipation as we push the door down, and my blood runs cold immediately at the sight as we enter the apartment The assassin is lying on the floor, dead, with a bullet in between his eyes, blood pooling around his head, and running down the wooden floorboards. My heart races, my fingers clenched into fists in anger at the sight as I pick up the single piece of paper on the floor, sealed

The moment he pulled out a small, folded piece of paper, the murmur of voices around us ceased, as if the entire room collectively held its breath. He unfolded the note, and his expression hardened as he read its contents. I stepped closer, feeling my stomach tighten with unease as my eyes landed on the jagged handwriting. "One by one." The silence that followed was deafening. My heart pounded violently against my ribs. This wasn’t just a murder—it was a warning. A deliberate message, meant to strike fear into anyone who dared to ask questions. Andrea slowly lowered the note, his grip on it tightening. His face betrayed nothing, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes.

I set all three notes on the clean section of the counter and looked at them side by side. “Pushed in hastily,” I said. “Look at the edges… the paper is creased unevenly, like it was done fast and without proper access. This wasn’t planned as part of the original attack.” I looked up. “Whoever placed these notes had access to these bodies after they were already dead. That means they were nearby when it happened, or they knew where the bodies would be before anyone else did.” The silence that followed had a different quality to it. “You’re saying it’s someone on the inside,” Kael said slowly.

“Hush, child. Don’t speak. Focus on your breathing.” We sat in the dining for a few minutes until I felt better. I took a few sips of water and spoke, “Mom, the killer is B. This note,” I tapped my finger on the wet paper; “it’s written in skip code. Dr. Celina knew that her time has come, so she left a note which the killer wouldn’t find suspicious. When you first read it, it points to me as her killer, but there was a Morse B at the end and then the skip code will make sense.” I drank more of the water when I coughed. She took the paper and placed it in a zip lock bag. I lent her my glasses and her eyes widened as she read the note. “This note leads to my killer who is a student from AMU.

So far, it had been one dead lead after another. False safehouses. Dummy networks. Every thread they followed either led to empty buildings… or traps. “They’re too careful,” Spider murmured. “Or too cocky,” Widowmaker replied. They needed more. They needed something real. Something that would lead to Cassie before time ran out. The two assassins melted into the night after them, invisible watchers. But hours later, after another fruitless chase ending in another dead end warehouse, Spider found something odd tucked into her gear — a small, hand-written note.

Nobody outside our security teams. The realization settled over me slowly. The assassin hadn’t almost succeeded because he was exceptionally skilled. He had almost succeeded because somebody handed him information he should never have had. Then my eyes landed on the final note written across the bottom of the page. Three simple words. Three words that made every piece suddenly fit together. Inside source confirmed. Slowly, I lifted my head and looked at Zayden. He’d seen it too. The second our eyes met, I knew we had reached the exact same conclusion. Someone inside the palace had helped them.

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.