Black Mesa Assassin Novels & Stories

Mayzie called. “Lock yourself,” Sandro said as Mayzie quickly rushed to the phone and dialed. While Sandro was fighting the man who swung the knife at him, he shot him again but no bleeding. The bastard was very much armored. He threw the vase at him. He grabbed the laundry pole swinging it and twirling it, thrusting the point forward. The assassin was very much staring at the door to his mate. “Don’t come out!” He shouted at Mayzie. But then, his mate opened the door and shot the assassin right in the head with the shotgun. Sandro coughed upon smelling the powder. He froze seeing the head shattered on their unit.

No wailing, no name-mixing, no drama but a good f*ck! Just as I thought it was the right time to comfort my throbbing boner, the door slammed open. I cursed and swiftly pointed my gun at the intruder. “Andare a puttane!” (Go to wh*res and be f*cked!) James Mathews. My right-hand man in the black and white business raised a brow and smirked offhandedly, “You could’ve been blowed good but you rather choose to blow up in my face.” So he had seen the sinful temptation trotting down.

"This is why I also am confused, well it makes sense if we think clearly… we never really heard any news about the other hybrid which h came , It.must have blended right with the humans and lived it's life all alone for century" I relate with His words as I tilt my head a little but then did he have to be an assassin like I am. She had just made me look really weak right in front of sbux and embarrassed me but then being an assassin and a hybrid… Her skills and movement were just like mine, the difference between us was just I was right handed but she seems to be left handed judging but he says she fought.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

They reached the area and found it dead silent even more than their previous visit. Max signaled his men to take a position in case new targets or any new members arrived who were already on good terms with Yuri just to look at the situation. The man was no doubt the most decorated Assassin in Russian Mafia. Only if he had agreed with their Boss's words, things wouldn't turn into such a mess. They entered the room. Those patches of blood were present but no bodies were found inside. It was partially visible that those bodies were dragged a little and later taken away. The messed-up house looked more horrible and haunted. All they could sense was a terrifying eerie silence.

Tables overturned with a crash, glasses shattering everywhere. ‎Theron shoved me behind him and shifted in an instant. The massive black wolf stood between me and danger, snarling with pure fury. Damon and our Northern Territory guards engaged the assassins immediately, weapons drawn, bodies colliding. One assassin ignored everyone else and came straight for me. His eyes were cold, focused only on the target. ‎

absorbing the shock of the Assassin's strike. Kael provided the "Overclock," heating the Assassin's digital frame until its code began to "Loop." Elara delivered the "Absolute Zero," freezing the Assassin’s logic-gates in mid-swing. The Assassin didn't die; it Crashed. It fell to the floor of the station, a heap of flickering blue pixels that slowly dissolved into the station’s background noise. The Declaration Elara stood in the center of the Central Chamber, the eyes of a thousand species upon her. She didn't look like a refugee. She looked like a Conqueror.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

The impact sparked against his claws, metal shrieking, fracturing. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Silence. His other hand was already moving before the broken blade hit the floor, ripping forward, plunging into the throat of the assassin who’d thrown it. A spray of red hit the wall like paint. The body dropped, twitching, convulsing, then went still. Ashar turned his head slowly, scanning the next wave of attackers. Not rushed. Not panicked. Calm in a way that Mae couldn't take her eyes off him. Predatory. Focused. Controlled violence incarnate. Mae gaze lingered. She could not look away.

I got to her in record time, glad that the car was an automatic as there was no way I would’ve been able to drive a manual transmission as well as our pressure on my stomach. “There’s been an ambush at the house. Machiavelli and his men as well as Jaime.” She didn’t give me a choice but to use my words. I’m more of a listener than a talker and in my line of work, that’s really important. I am an assassin, a fixer of situations, a ghost. I’m the one they call when things go tits up and can’t find a resolution.