Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

He finally put it to good use. The assassin coughed as he finally managed to breathe. He looked behind him to identify his assailant, only to find out an unfamiliar person dressed in a casual hoodie and sweatpants. He was wearing black, rectangle glasses, and his hair was unkempt. Jay also noticed blood pouring out of his nose. Where the f*ck did this dude come from??? "Aish… how I hate blood…" The man murmured to himself. "What was that?" Jay immediately smacked his mouth for uttering such a dumb question. He just couldn't sit still when someone in front of him said something he couldn't hear!

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

Chapter 4 I parked my car in front of a building with more than three floors. After I parked the car properly, I immediately walked into the building. “Good morning, Ma’am,” Mae, who is also a member of the Black Assassin’s Squad, greeted me with a smile. But she’s not like me or Henry who kills people. She only became a member of BAS because she is the lady guard who watches over the first floor of the building which is the coffee shop. But even though she is only a guard, she is also capable of fighting. Because all BAS members, even the lowest members, also went through intense training.

His hand rubbed his face furiously, and then he asked, "You said you had a sister. What happened to her?" "I-I don’t know. I ran away when my mom started bleeding and wouldn’t move. I don’t know if she’s alive or not. Neither do I know what happened to my sister," I said with so much shame, but he remained silent. I reached out for his hand, but he took a step away from me again. We were almost three feet apart, and I have never felt so far from anything in my life. I felt inclined to continue when I said, "I had to move here to get the cops off my trail. I survived on the streets for weeks until the day some guys tried to have their way with me. One thing led to another, and before I knew i

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

the beta gasped again. The sight filled me with fear and dread. Because there was only one person capable of doing this kind of thing, and it was Amreth. I took a step forward, my eyes trailing over his disgruntled appearance. “What the fuck happened?” I asked frantically. The assassin coughed, and fresh crimson liquid splashed to the floor. The beta held his stomach, looking like he was about to throw up all over the floor. The assassin struggled but managed to raise his head.

She’s a decent shot but she’s never been good with confrontation or hand-to-hand combat. “He’s not going to move; you just killed two of his men for no reason. I’d be thanking the Master that you're still able to breathe at all.” I say calmly as I tuck the gun into the waistband of my jeans. Dutton is right behind me and slowly hands me my large knife. It's way too large for me, but it will do the job of making Mila scream. She’s the only redhead to come out of the Academy in my year so I would have known who she was even if her skills hadn’t given her away.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.