Assassination Training Novels & Stories

"So when were you planning on telling us about this little gem of information that you can use a gun and shoot like a fucking assassin, wifey?" She returned the glare with a smile and an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "Didn't I mention that I was trained by Javier’s men before my lucky escape? I already told you, the ugly bastard trained me well enough for his bidding. Actually, he ordered me to assassinate you, and I didn't follow his orders. Now I'm their target and that sort of information was on a need-to-know basis."

he says, turning his eyes back to me, “but with less studying and more fighting. After all, you’re being trained to sneak into places and steal information; I’m just trained to sneak in and kill.” “And should we be worried about that?” Rafe says, folding his arms across his chest and further narrowing his eyes at Tony. “An assassin in our midst?” “Nah, I’m a patriot,” Tony says, turning to Rafe with a shrug. “I’m on your side – you can check with the Captain if you want. They put me through all kinds of interrogation and personality tests before teaching me how to sneak around with a dozen knives hidden on my person.” “A dozen?” Jackson asks, turning to Tony with surprise and letting his eye

he said and Vince scrambled to his closet and wore a black plain pant without any boxer in a haste, he looked down and seeing himself covered, he breathed out a sigh and went back to the bedroom. "So seeing that you have settled I will complete my other work" the assassin continued to say as he saw Vince coming out from the closet "Dinner is at 8:00pm, breakfast 8:00am, lunch 1:00pm but it's optional, your daily activities for now is, in the morning before breakfast, you will excercise and gym your muscles, after breakfast you will head to the boss training room and he would train you there, the training room is located inside his department and it's large, the assassin combat room is also l

I don't care if he feels as if I disrespected him in front of his pack; this is what I have been trained for. My parents and Luis have spent years honing my muscles and my mind for assassination attempts. I know how to fight. I know how to interrogate. I know how to tell false information from the truth. I have done nothing but train for this moment. Ben can scowl and act like a pup all he wants. This was an attack on my life, and I will be the one to gather the facts from this pile of trash. Sasha- I need a blade and a bottle of wolfsbane.

I turned to the window again, watching the glint of moonlight catch the edge of the east turret. Declan hadn’t just killed that assassin. He moved like he was born in violence. His instincts weren’t learned—they were drilled into his bones from a young age. That meant training. Years of it. Which meant there were people—possibly a whole organization—that knew who he really was. And I’d slept beside him.

"However, further training is always necessary. Especially since the Witness Protection Program is interested in working with us; first, you'll go through an obstacle course that is a combination of the course from boot camp and a three-mile Spartan Race. At the end of the course, you'll have to hike up an imitation of The Reaper. It's half the distance but just as steep. Once you reach the top, you'll suit up, grab a weapon, and begin Mission: Escape Room. You'll enter a four-story building with one way in and one way out. I've hired a SWAT team and a team of Navy SEALS that will be hiding in the building. You'll have to fight your way out. You will have seventy-five minutes to finish this

As in death? Then it came to my realization as I pondered over the term. Reaper. Grim Reaper. Death… Shit! Assassin. Tiara is an assassin. Holy… I wanted to curse aloud, but then I remembered being an undercover eavesdropper. The revelation was mind-boggling in and of itself, and I have no idea whether or not I should feel flattered by it. I mean, those types of people have had extensive training in the art of murder. Developed to be the most efficient killing machine possible, and Nikolai was their master.

We got to know each other well but there were some things that we still kept from each other. I decided to come by his house in Long Islands regularly on my days off. I spent my time training. It's been a while since I really got to train. Sure I still went to the gym to stay fit but not really to stay sharp and ready to fight. I hacked his system to ensure that it would not record any of my data or progress using the simulation program he was using. I trained hard to be back on my fighting stance. It felt good that I know I haven't lost my skills in using weapons, target shooting and man to man combat. Not to be boastful or anything but I can take down ten men in a fight. I was trained to b

Refilling glasses and presenting platters of exotic treats, he moved with a practiced precision. Subtly, almost imperceptibly, he pushed the sleeve of the capo sitting next to Don Romano as he got closer. There was a quick, contrite mutter, a brief diversion, and then, as the capo's focus shifted to the footman, a tiny, nearly undetectable vial with clear, odorless contents was deftly poured into Don Romano's wine glass. The assassin's flawless, undetectable work was the result of years of painstaking training and innumerable calculations.

We spent hours every day training, first in hand to hand combat, moving on from there. "There is this movie, 'The Proffesional' where a hit man teaches a little girl how to be a hit man, or he starts to, but in the movie he teaches he long range killing first. He says that each new way she learns will bring her closer and closer to the target. Meaning she will learn the knife last, and one she does she will be unstoppable. My father sort of took the opposite approach. He taught me hand to hand, then weapons, starting close up to the target, and moving further away as I mastered each new step. He was always to sure that I was going to help lead the pack one day, he made sure that I was able t