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The light pitter-patter of the rain came down on me, before turning into a heavy drought and the faint sound of thunder booming in the background was fitting. This was the perfect weather for someone important to die, I thought to myself. Surely, this will be a warning to every member in ATLAS. A warning that will strike fear into their heads. A warning that they truly had something to fear about us. For months, we fought a silent war. ATLAS was booming in numbers, due to the fact that they were desperate. Desperate enough to recruit just about anyone. This was of course the cause of their demise, since we slipped a few agents in ATLAS.
I sat on the cold floor of the alley. Waiting for my "Prey" to fall into position. I prop my assault rifle on the wall of the alley, whilst I took out my Katana, and began brandishing it. The setting sun's dull glow, reflecting on the blade.
"Your prey's about to leave it's hole Blackout. Better start moving out and happy hunting." A voice rang out from my radio, as I began preparing myself for the hunt. I sheathed my sword and slung my rifle to my back. I slid out from the alley and on to the sidewalk.
I proceeded walking to my destination. A bar called "Life Source", which was located a kilometer away from my current location. The place was quiet, save for the sounds of rain hitting the concrete and the sound of my shoes tapping. I arrived at the bar shortly after. I then began to slowly move into position. The sound of the rain was deafening to my ears. The day slowly began to draw to a close. Night was soon approaching, yet the intensity of the rain grew.
I stood on the poring for a few minute, before the bar door suddenly swung open and a man in a gray trench coat walked out. He then proceeded to cup his hands together and breath into them, possibly to keep them warm from the evening's cold air. "This was the guy, alright." I said to myself under my breath. This was ATLAS' High ranking Officer, Specter.
He began to slowly walk forward. I waited until he was a good distance away from me. I proceeded to slip my mask on. A mask divided by black and white. I was infamous to ATLAS, since the mask was what always symbolized me. I then began to follow him, whilst still keeping my distance and following the rhythm of his footsteps. After following him for a few minutes, we had reached a secluded part of town. After a a few more minutes of walking, he stopped and spun swiftly from his heels, whilst I heard a loud bang.
A bullet had grazed my mask's cheek. I knew this was no time to go over what the hell just happened. I needed to move! I suddenly began to duck and roll to the side. There was no time for me to equip my rifle. Bang! Another shot was fired, coupled with two more shots. I stood up and swiftly withdrew both of my pistols from their holsters. I began to aim at the man, but suddenly, a bullet had struck my pistol from my right. I took aim once again at the man and shot at him. He quickly held his right arm, which was holding. He than began to take his gun with his other hand, but I quickly took aim and shot his other hand. "Damn it!" The man yelled wildly into the air, before he dropped from the pain.
I walked up to the man. "Any last words?" I said to the man. The man looked up at me and said "Go f***, yourself Checkers". "So that's what you people call me now, huh?" I said in an irritated manner. ATLAS always had a stupid nickname for me. Titles were also associated with me as well. The most popular being the "Shark of [Redacted]. He chuckled."I personally dislike people giving me nick names, ya know." I continued.
Before the man could say anything, I shot him point blank at the forehead. "Now go to hell." I grinned from under my mask and proceeded to take his gun. "What a nice trophy." I said to myself. I then proceeded to take out my hammer, my knife, and a box of 3-inch nails from my satchel. "Now let's find a decent place for everybody to see you." I said to the man's corpse, whilst I chuckled to myself.
(To be continued)
Liked this story? Please checkout the story "The Fallen" as well.
Also, opinions and criticisms are always welcome.
Music was performed by Myuuji: https://m.youtube.com/user/myuuji
If you enjoy the music, please take a look at his channel. I'm sure you'll find many more like it.
I sat on the cold floor of the alley. Waiting for my "Prey" to fall into position. I prop my assault rifle on the wall of the alley, whilst I took out my Katana, and began brandishing it. The setting sun's dull glow, reflecting on the blade.
"Your prey's about to leave it's hole Blackout. Better start moving out and happy hunting." A voice rang out from my radio, as I began preparing myself for the hunt. I sheathed my sword and slung my rifle to my back. I slid out from the alley and on to the sidewalk.
I stood on the poring for a few minute, before the bar door suddenly swung open and a man in a gray trench coat walked out. He then proceeded to cup his hands together and breath into them, possibly to keep them warm from the evening's cold air. "This was the guy, alright." I said to myself under my breath. This was ATLAS' High ranking Officer, Specter.
He began to slowly walk forward. I waited until he was a good distance away from me. I proceeded to slip my mask on. A mask divided by black and white. I was infamous to ATLAS, since the mask was what always symbolized me. I then began to follow him, whilst still keeping my distance and following the rhythm of his footsteps. After following him for a few minutes, we had reached a secluded part of town. After a a few more minutes of walking, he stopped and spun swiftly from his heels, whilst I heard a loud bang.
I walked up to the man. "Any last words?" I said to the man. The man looked up at me and said "Go f***, yourself Checkers". "So that's what you people call me now, huh?" I said in an irritated manner. ATLAS always had a stupid nickname for me. Titles were also associated with me as well. The most popular being the "Shark of [Redacted]. He chuckled."I personally dislike people giving me nick names, ya know." I continued.
Before the man could say anything, I shot him point blank at the forehead. "Now go to hell." I grinned from under my mask and proceeded to take his gun. "What a nice trophy." I said to myself. I then proceeded to take out my hammer, my knife, and a box of 3-inch nails from my satchel. "Now let's find a decent place for everybody to see you." I said to the man's corpse, whilst I chuckled to myself.
(To be continued)
Liked this story? Please checkout the story "The Fallen" as well.
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