Striker X Novels & Stories

I chimed. Striker’s eyebrows shot to his forehead. “ You are some foreign kind. Do you really think you can beat him? He is a monster when he is angry. It’s rare and…it’s terrible. So lay low, and stay behind me whenever he is around. ” I rolled my eyes, huffing. “ you don’t know me yet! ” “ That’s right. ” Striker nodded. I yelped as his arms came around my waist and picked me up before dropping me over his shoulder.

Striker smiled at me when we began our journey from the others “its been a while since I helped a Hunt. I think the last one was little Vexillum.” “And that ended well” Rolf rolled his eyes “didn’t even put a scratch on the beast. Pathetic” “I know you will do better” Striker winked at me “I’ve chosen quite a beauty for you. It’s only a few k’s from here.” “A few k’s?” I moaned “I have burnt hands from pushing that door! They aren’t going to last a few metres, let alone a few kilometres!” “I wasn’t aware you weren’t in the best shape to do this” Striker looked up at Rolf “we can call it off if you like…”

Outside, On the rooftop Striker lay in position, A sniper rifle steady in his grip. His eyes sharp, calculating and Focused. he is striker for a reason, because He strikes when least expected… A faint smirk appeared on his lip. One. Two. Three— Bang. Two men dropped instantly. Before the others could react, Another shot followed Then another. Within seconds All five outside guards were down. Striker didn’t miss...Not once. Then he began counting again Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five... Inside— The remaining assassins moved quickly to untie Jasmine and that Was their mistake.