Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

He extended his hands with the device. Shamira did not see the blow come. All she knew was that Jonas' hands just fell off, the collar still clutched in their grip. Jonas screamed and sunk to his knees. Suddenly, Banshee was standing beside him, looking down on him with complete disgust. She held a sword in one hand, and the parts not coated in Jonas's blood gleamed. Shamira had forgotten about the assassin's Mind Fog aspect that made those around her simply not pay attention to her. "You cannot have her," Banshee said with ice in her voice.

asked Joshua to him. “I’m okay young master, I already found him and hit his two arms. He was injured right now, That assassin used the high advanced technology of weapon. He blocked the signals and ultra light dark that’s why the five trained men mercenaries died instantly without fighting back him.” Then Richard hang up the call.

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

His machete came down in a brutal overhead swing, fast and ferocious. But the assassin sidestepped it with a smirk of confidence. Yet, Henry wasn't done. With a cold snort, he suddenly twisted his downward strike into a horizontal slash, catching the assassin off guard. "Damn it!" the assassin hissed, his expression shifting to panic. In the split second he had to react, the assassin raised a dagger in a desperate block. The machete struck, shattering the dagger and sending the assassin flying into the wall. Bones cracked audibly as he collapsed, his arms dangling uselessly.

With that she removed her masks and Jessica was shocked to see the person in front of her "You? Why you are doing this?" "Shhhh.. You know who really I am ?.. let me tell you.. I am the most beautiful and merciless assassin in whole Russia." Jessica shivered. She than heard her sinister voice. "Good bye Jessica. Rest well there." She pulled knife from under her boots and stabbed it on her throat. Blood oozed out of her neck and Jessica died at the spot. At the same time Margaret entered the house and run towards Jessica's room.

I have to deal with this also as if I don't have enough on my plate right now, Ammy Watson is the very first wolf Assassin; she was exceptional at her training and was the very first wolf sent on a mission; she had the number one branded in all her stuff. She went on numerous missions before I was ever ready to join her in the fields. We slowly became close, since I was the second wolf assassin. I think that made us a little closer. But then she one day went rogue; it was over a man, I guess. The organization filled us in on everything. I tried to make her come back to the organization, but she wouldn't fucking listen.

The assassin's eyes blazed with anger as she shouted and lunged at Austin, her body moving like an arrow. The machete in her hand whistled through the air, leaving a trail of afterimages. Facing the charging assassin, Austin remained motionless, his body in a combat stance, eyes glinting coldly. His lips curled into a smile. This sight struck the assassin like a hammer, shaking her deeply. Why was he still so calm? In an instant, the assassin was upon Austin. Seeing him standing still, so close, she couldn't afford to think any further. With a "whoosh," the machete slashed downwards, leaving a trail of cold light as it aimed for Austin's head. At that moment—

“No, Sophia. I’m one hundred percent serious. I work for an organization that sanctions the assassination of men who have committed atrocious crimes against humanity. Men who have gotten away with it because they are rich or are protected by their country’s laws. That man that I’m scared might find out about you and hurt you used to be an assassin.” He must see the skeptical look on my face because he releases my waist, rubs his fingers across his mouth, then walks over to his headboard and presses some kind of tile. To my shock, the tile glows beneath his palm, like if it’s reading it. The headboard begins to shift until it splits off in opposite directions to reveal some kind of secret roo

Was this man an exception too? While Nash kept the man occupied I crawled over to Rush to see if I could get hold of the communicator he had. Feeling up a man was revolting but beggars can’t choose. If it weren’t for Nash, I would have been dead. “What is it? I’m busy.” “Look at your camera. Nash is fighting a highly skilled unknown attacker. I let Sable escape to contact Ignacio but I don’t think she’s reached him yet. Rush is out cold and I need help to identify the assailant. He’s on par with Nash.”