Victor

Victor held the gun trembling, his fingers clutching the handle of his Desert Eagle aggresively. His eyes were red with anger and fear. This being his first kill, it was flawless. And in his mind he knew no error but that of emotion. He stood there towering over the motionless corpse, his masters voice began to echo in his ears. "The first and most important commandment in assasanation is...... to feel no emotion". He couldnt help but feel the rushing force of his raw feelings. The anger he felt because of what this dead man had gotten away with. The satisfaction he felt while putting that barrel to the back of his head and blowing his God forsaken brains out. The nozzle on the silencer let off a cool white stream of smoke that almost seemed like it was dancing. BZZZZZZ. his cell phone began to vibrate.

He took the call from his handler. "Hello" he smiled " Has the package been deliverd?"said the voice roboticly on the other end "The package has been delieverd' he grinned. Just as instructed he opens the back of the cell phone and removes the battery and tracking node and then drops them both in a glass of water on the desk next to the dead man. Victor quickly leaves the office without a sound and within minutes he is in the parking garage. Walking to his car he stops, something is wrong, his instincs began to tug at his ego. The parking garage is empty, this is an executive building. It shouldnt be. Suddenly the shout of screeching tires race toward him from the exit ramp of the garage. " Breaking out into a full sprint toward his car, a barrage of semi automatic gunshots ring out. Whizing by his head and just barely missing his left shoulder as he dives to the ground scrambling to find cover behind his black Buick. Ducking under the passenger side window he closes his eyes and begins to focus his chi. Slowing his breathing, he shifts into a primal mode of conscieness. He readys himself and then Reaches into suit jacket and grabs his Desert Eagle out of its shoulder holster, cocks the barrel and exhales as he chants an old sanskrit prayer of protection.

The glass was shattering to the floor as the bullets hit the car. Nooooo,!!! I just bought this car! He growled. Gunshots riddled the car agressively keeping Victor from raising his head and getting a clean shot. By this time the gunmen had ejected themselves from the car and took position against victor pinning him down.

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