Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

The Quicksilver assassin stood slowly but continued to stare down at Casper’s bloody lump of a body. The commotion was noticed by Azreal and as the Alpha began making his way toward Jay, he caught sight of the carnage beneath his assassin and began to pick up speed. As Jay and Azreal reached Mj the assassin calmly stepped away from her victim and looked at her brother, “you are wrong about me Jay,” she stated in an eerily calm voice and slowly strolled toward the car.

he said, shrugging his shoulders as though he was talking about the weather. My eyes widened as I watched him bend down, lift the now screaming and begging male up to his knees. And then the Beast cracked the assassin's neck to one side, pulling his head clean and spraying blood all over his sculpted chest.

He lunged at me, his blade glinting in the moonlight, but I evaded his attack with a swift sidestep. My fist tightened as I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow to his midsection with all my strength and speed which opened a hole in his chest. The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed through the forest as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood poured from his mouth, mixing with the dirt beneath him. I stood over his broken form, my chest heaving with exhaustion. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of defiance and defeat. With a cold, heartless smile, I leaned closer, my voice dripping with malice. "Your mission ends here, assassin. You should have stayed home

Mia—if she’s even conscious—is likely being restrained in the cargo hold. Another man dressed in black, probably an assassin, stands by the SUV, relaxed, smoking a cigarette. Sloppy. I position myself low in the brush. My heartbeat slows. I take a breath. Let it out. And move. The assassin sees me as I near him. His fist cracks across my jaw before I can raise my arm. Pain explodes across my face. I stagger back, caught off guard but not down. He doesn’t wait. He’s already on me, slamming me into the dirt with a grunt. My head snaps to the side, but I roll with the momentum and kick up, forcing space between us.

“I know, and I would never ask you to be anything but what you are. You’re an amazing tech, and without you, most of us would probably be dead. So, don’t sell yourself short. Being an Assassin is not for everyone. We’ve all given up our souls in exchange for doing what we do. And let me tell you, it’s a hard road to travel.” Hunter nods in understanding. “I know, man, I’m sorry.” Priest shrugs. “No need to apologize to me, kid. You did what any self-respecting man would have done for his woman.” Mal leans forward and wraps her arms around his neck with a seductive smile and whispers. “Oh yeah, baby, you’re so going to get laid for that.” Hunter gives her a roguish grin in reply. Love can be

He thankfully grabbed her by her waist, stabilizing her. “They’re mad” Richard said from beside me. I nodded, taking a deep breath as I fought to catch it. However, that deep breath moment didn’t last for long when I saw the third and final obstacle of this game. “He has got to be kidding” I said and Richard frowned in confusion before following my gaze. His eyes widened when we saw, assassins, bloody damn, trained, robot assassins.

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.