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“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

“Trust me. I was equally as shocked when I learnt of what happened.” Luis replied. “Before I give you the product, I need you to help me handle the Russian cartel in Atlanta city. I got news that they have already opted out of our contract, and are now in bed with another supplier. Carry of this little assignment, and not only will you have control more territory in your city, but you’ll get more respect and money than you can ever imagine.” He clapped his hand twice, and one of his men came in with a tray, three glass cups and a bottle of 1946 Pinot Noir wine.

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.

He agreed without asking for anything in return. "Clear," Denver's voice from the other line. What he meant by "clear" was that he had hacked the Grand Hotel's system and I could walk past the CCTVs that were no longer working. "Thanks. I owe you this one," I spoke softly to him. We can talk through my earing. My left earring is a high-tech microphone so I don't even need to hold a cellphone to talk to him. This is a very safe way to contact the other assassins especially when the mission is not a sole mission but a group.

"This is too unsightly. We no longer assassinate targets using this kind of method." "You are incorrect, elder Damon." Lexi gives him a reprimand. "Among us administrators, there are four assassins left who continue to kill with this method." "But, elder Lexi, three of them have already died, and I can't imagine elder Joan carrying on this method." "Don’t be naïve, elder Damon. Our priority as assassins is to complete the task, regardless of the method used." "Aren't you also opposed to using this method, elder Lotus?"

I said, pointing at Xeon, “lead a team through the forest.” “Fine. But you’re officially a crazy, scent-obsessed workaholic,” he muttered, even as he carried out my orders. Good soldier. Better friend. The security he designed was top-tier—but I was an assassin. I knew better than anyone that every system had a weak spot. And our intruder had found it. A rose-and-vanilla-scented ghost, slipping through our blind spots. Right. Introductions. I’m Kyler Arrow. Future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Nineteen. Assassin. Top of my class. Genius prodigy who finished Applied Sciences at uni by fifteen.

James arrived in Cansington very soon. After arriving, he did not go home immediately. Instead, he brought the recruited assassins to the repair shop in the suburbs and to the headquarters of the underground intelligence network. Repair shop, secret underground basement. James sat on the sofa. The assassins he recruited stood aside. James’ gaze swept over them one by one. Number three on the assassin leaderboard, Little Sis. Number four on the assassin leaderboard, Wanderer. Number five on the assassin leaderboard, Midnight Wind.

Rainer couldn’t help but think "This guy doesn't even look qualified to wipe his own ass let alone hold that gun. Actually, this could work in my favor.” Rainer let out a slight devious smile, “Let me tell you a little secret. Veiga has this little deal going with other assassins. If someone kills me, they get a reward from him. Depending on where you shoot and how many bullets you use, you can get a very nice payout. For example.” He pointed between his eyes “shoot me between the eyes and you win the whole pot of gold,” Rainer lowered his hand.

It’s a fragment of a memory from a late-night dive into the encrypted forums where the monsters of the underworld compare notes. Kirill Nikolaev. The name wasn’t in Senator Scott’s files, which means I won’t be a conflict of interest. A user on a Tor-hidden forum, using the handle Viper_77, had bragged about an assassin with a team who could vanish problems that even the cartels couldn't scrub. Someone who didn't just remove the stain, but turned the whole cloth to ash. They called him a scalpel in a world of hammers. They also said he’s absolutely deadly.