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It was the start of a new day. Winter was creeping closer, and the back lawn of Serenity Villa was already covered in frost by morning. Aspen had almost mastered the art of bone compression, and Andrew was ready to teach her real assassination techniques. He said, "A true assassin only gets one shot. If you can't take the target down in that one moment, you've already failed. And when that happens, you're left with only two outcomes." Andrew stood in gloves, his breath turning into mist under the icy wind.

“Of course. If you’re talking about what happened in the last two years of my life. Yes, a lot of things happened and it shaped me into who I am today. I’m not a good person, Ryden, and I did what I thought was right. The people I trained with and Ren aren’t just trained to be fighters to be strong, or for sports. We were trained as warriors. We are trained to survive and to do what’s right for the world. We don’t need recognition. We work under the shadow. And I was only trained for a year. Imagine what those people could do who had trained over the years.” “You’re an assassin?” What she just told me, was both frightening and eye-opening. She laughed out loud with humor in her eyes. “Wow. T

ZAREK Tania’s breath hitched, her eyes searching mine for any hint of a joke. But this was no time for jokes, no room for lies. “Assassins?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Yes,” I confirmed, leaning in closer, my tone even. “We’re trained, skilled, and we do whatever it takes—robbing, stealing, destroying.” “The man Lizzy killed was sent to take us out. He murdered Ramirez and Bruce, and he wouldn’t have stopped until he succeeded.”

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

Crystal thought that this was very old school since most nobles and princess-like figures would be trained by putting a book on their heads. Would it be even better to put a ping pong ball over their heads and see who will lose their ball the last? Never mind, Crystal easily passed that test. Although, they were only given each a single, hardbound book which was around a hundred or two pages per bind. She could visibly see the others struggling yet she wasn’t. Being a trained assassin, balance is the most basic attribute that one has to possess if they want to survive.

Mr Streeter walks up to the front of the stage and calls for the first trainee. “Trainee Will Adams, please come forward.” A guy sat in front of us stands up and walks over to Mr Streeter. Mr Streeter takes Wills right hand, placing a blade to his palm and recites, “Do you William Adams, accept your transition from trainee to hunter, promise to protect the innocent at all cost, and pledge to do what you must to rid this world of the creature who inhabit it.” “I do" came Wills reply. With this Mr Streeter pulls the blade across Wills palm which swells up with his blood. He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss.

“I’m pretty sure that after today, your mother will be completely mad. Well, if what I understand about mate bonds is correct. You see, I made sure that your mother would kill her mate in order to save your life. You live, she dies. She’s served her purpose and you’re getting close enough to the size and age that I need to begin training you.” I begin thrashing against my restraints. If the girl hadn’t closed the second one, I probably would have broken free, but she did and while I’m furious and ready to kill Oliver, I’m careful not to accidentally crush her behind me. “That’s right, Ancalagon, let the anger and hatred flow through you. One day soon, it will be you who is the killing machin

He was observing and evaluating ike he was waiting to see whether grief would destroy me… or sharpen me into something dangerous. After several painful seconds, I forced myself to breathe. Then slowly, I lowered my trembling hand. “What exactly would I have to do?” Alessio immediately turned toward me with concern. “Selena...” “I asked a question.” I said with conviction. Even I barely recognized my own voice anymore. It sounded colder and harder now. Salvatore’s eyes narrowed slightly with interest. “You would undergo different trainings,” he answered. “Weapons, surveillance, behavioral manipulation and social infiltration.”

The diversity of immigrants in American sure had done their menus favor. I wasn’t picky, Assassins were trained to live on the edge, in rags, with crumbs in slums. Status, money, or kindred all melted away when you were on training to be a first-class murderer. This is one of my most exuberant covers so far.

He handed me an envelope which I opened to access it contents. It was pictures of the assassin, some taken when he was on duty, others a bit casual. There were also few details of his job in it. He was trained by the CAC, a Mexican child trafficking gang in the guise of an orphanage. They put children through rigorous and extensive training. Those who excelled were sent out as hired assassins in various parts of the world and anyone who couldn't meet up would be....unalived. "Well he made the greatest mistake of his life the day he accepted the offer to kill me. Such a good talent would be wasted now" I chortled darkly.