High Rise Invasion Sniper Mask Novels & Stories

"What an entertaining show. Brava, Dr. Seville! Now, let's send the three of you to the police station to explain yourselves." Mr. Preston froze momentarily before smoothing out his expression. "Explain ourselves? What do we have to explain? We were just discussing work with Dr. Seville here. What evidence do you have to arrest us?" He turned to the surveillance camera on the rooftop. "That camera's been broken for a week." Of course, he'd broken them himself. "Surveillance cameras? I don't need that." James tilted his head and stepped aside, revealing a whole throng of people behind him, blocking the stairwell.

The machine began to groan, the gears grinding as the resonance of the mountain fought back against the artificial steel. "Kael!" Maya’s voice screamed in my head. "The trigger! He has the override!" I turned to see the man in the silver mask reaching for the button. I lunged, my claws extending, but a Purifier slammed into my side, his heavy armor pinning me to the ground. Another soldier raised a rifle, the barrel glowing with a lethal blue light. "Kill the Alpha," the man in the silver mask commanded, his finger hovering over the trigger. The world slowed down. I saw the flash of the rifle. I saw the silver mask turning away. But then, the ground beneath the man in the mask didn't just sh

A snarl ripped his chest as he shattered the glass with his elbow. I let out a shrill cry and hurriedly backed away as he smashed the glass and entered my room. Since he was wearing a loose black hoodie and matching slacks with boots, complete with a face mask, it was impossible for me to recognize who he was. The only thing visible were his eyes behind the black mask that briefly flickered gold. “I am going to kill you, bitch!” his voice came out warbled, like he was using some sound filter. He trudged forward, taking one cautious step at a time as he studied my movement. “You’ve ruined everything.”

His full-face mask hid most of his features, but his eyes crinkled with unhinged, terrifying glee. "Well," he purred, shaking the remote in the air. "If your sniper shoots me, my hand relaxes, and we all blow to fucking kingdom come."

"Snipers, take positions, pick off the high ground. Breach teams, explosives on the doors. No mercy for fighters, but civilians out first. Move!" The order unleashed pandemonium. Dante's snipers melted into the shadows, climbing adjacent ruins with cat-like precision. The first shots cracked like thunder, suppressed rifles spitting death from afar. A rooftop guard jerked, clutching his shoulder as he tumbled from his perch, his AK clattering below. Another spun, blood blooming on his vest, collapsing behind a vent. Alexei's men reacted with frenzy, shouts echoing in Russian and English, floodlights swinging wildly to pinpoint the assailants. Machine guns chattered to life, raking the darknes

She arrived at the two skyscrapers facing each other and stepped out of the car, going to the trunk to take her black bag. She wore a black mask before entering the second skyscraper. She had to use the elevator to get to the rooftop of the building. She went to the edge and located a good spot where she can target the man from. Her target stays at the top floor of the first skyscraper, and she's gonna be targeting him from here. She unzipped the bag and brought out the sniper gun, setting it on the bipod stand at the center. She adjusted her mask and turned on the red dot light on the gun, zooming into the man's room through the attached camera.

The one man that hasn't spoken yet stepped forward and nodded at Malaki before he spoke. "Look, we're all here for one reason tonight. We got the answer we came here for. In a few minutes the ladies will have the answer they came here for. How about we go back out that door and the rest of what needs to be handled can be dealt with after the annoucement." His grey eyes move from Malaki to Thomas then to Izzy, before they all nod and his gaze falls to me. "And you're Skyline correct?" His gaze never leaves my face, like he's searching for signs of the woman under the mask. His voice is softer than the others, more human sounding than the harshness from the other two men.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible. Vanessa was the first to move, reaching for the black leather mask lying on the table. The mask was simple in its effectiveness: sleek, featureless, and only serving to obscure identity without drawing attention. Her hands were steady as she fitted it, pulling the straps tight behind her head. The mask covered her eyes, leaving only her mouth exposed, but it was enough. It made her feel powerful, detached, as if she were someone else entirely, someone capable of doing anything.

He crawled backward, using a nearby tree for support, and positioned himself to observe the scene unfolding before him. His gaze fell upon the trafficker, who was now at the mercy of a masked figure. The figure stood over the trafficker, a glinting knife raised high. For a fleeting moment, the masked man's eyes met Asher's, as if issuing a warning. Then, with a swift motion, the figure plunged the knife into the trafficker's chest, the blade sinking deep into his flesh.