Assassination On Mustafar Novels & Stories

"Sir, Mr. Emerson Senior was assassinated!" Aldus sheepishly continued, "Kandor City has fallen into complete chaos. News about the most powerful man in the capital being assassinated was nothing less than an atomic bomb for them." Austin robbed his nose and smiled as he sat down on the couch. He leaned backward onto the couch and yawned. "Rest in peace, I guess? So, how does this even concern me?" Aldus explained, "Mr. Emerson Senior was assassinated in the Collis Hotel!"

I ask, looking at the frown on his face. He lets out a slow breath before standing up. “Don Meyo has been assassinated,” he says, making me gasp. “What? When?” “He was found dead in his house, his throat cut off.” I take a seat beside him. “Where were his guards?” He shrugs. “Nobody knows — they only left him for a second and the next thing we knew he was gone,” he answers. I lean on the couch, “do you think these are the Morettis?”

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

"Michelle's mum is a poor excuse for a human being, and she's spending time in prison." I was momentarily stunned. This was the most emotion I had ever seen from him. "Prison? What did she do?" His lips thinned, and his nostrils worked, as if he was having a hard time controlling himself with Michelle in his arm. "Stella was drunk-driving, and she had an accident. It was a head-on collision with a truck. Unfortunately, Michelle was in that same car with her." he tightened his hold, and sighed before dropping a kiss on Michelle's head. "Her drunken mistake is the reason Michelle is mute."

“Believe me, I know how desperate you are for revenge, but do you—” I effortlessly push him off me. “I said don’t,” I snap. “Don’t try to talk me out of it.” As I walk away, Jake grabs me again, saying quietly, “And what if you don’t bring his head, huh? You know what Hades does to assassins who fucking fail a mission.” He kills them. I know. But I’m not afraid of death. So I laugh at Jake. “You don’t know me too well after all.”

So when women asks of that pleasure that seeps from pains I give it. Now, however, it’s what I love most about sex. The pains, the blood, the cries, it drives me insane. I love it beyond words. So I think that the person launching this attack is one of Igor Abramov’s associates and I want him to come out in the open so we can deal with this shit once and for all. Stalin made sure to track the person that led the failed assassination in Colombia only to find out that he was shot. From the research Stalin made, they said the assailant’s death was tagged an accident. According to the news he got, the man was said to have been killed by a truck driver and the driver ran away.

"An assassination." "A… what?!" I almost shrieked. Calvel sighed. "Guess we will have to change our plans for tomorrow." I swallowed a lump in my throat. "What do you mean?" Ash pulled me to face him and wiped something off my cheek. Then he showed his hand; it was red from smeared blood. "Nala, assassins have just killed Morfran, Metis, and at least half of the guests… and we have no idea who they were."

It was the silence of two soldiers who have seen the battlefield map and know their respective roles. Back in the penthouse, Jay returned to the document. He had reached the part about his first kill. A sanctioned assassination in Manila. He had been nineteen. Park had debriefed him afterward. There had been no psych eval, no concern for his soul. Only a critique of his entry method and a note that his trigger pull had been 0.2 seconds slow.

He breathed his last. The assassin was tall and was wearing a doctor’s coat. He walked over to Darren, who was lying almost lifeless and leaned in close to his ear. “You have very powerful enemies,” he whispered and taking a step back, fired several shots at the sick man. ******* “Ok. It’s time. – said Nathaniel, who, along with Vincent, was also wearing a military uniform. The plan of attack was discussed in detail and all the men went outside where the cars were waiting. The chief handed out radios and weapons.

The captured ninjas all dropped to the ground dead. General Junho observed the corpses to discover that they had bitten into poison and committed suicide. These assassins were trained to take their own lives if they were captured. The leader was experienced. He had to find the mastermind behind this attempted assassination at all costs. He quickly took order of the situation by ordering his guards to investigate.