Destruction
It was time. He regretted what he had done. He should never regret. He was the one. Top of his game. He was known as the Destructor. His real name was Patrick, Patrick Darmon. He was an assassin. He had just set a bomb to explode as soon as every foreign minister sat down for that pathetic meeting, they would be blown 10 feet underground. His pay for £50,000,000 would be paid into his bank account. Yet £10,000,000 of that would go to his company.
"Stupid sts." he said to himself. It was here, in the middle of China that his life would change forever. He would never be paid this much money ever again. Now you would think that if you got a total of £40,000,000 you would be on top of the world, but Patrick knew that this much money came with a price; 60 men would die. Normally Patrick would not care but something didn't feel right, it was to quiet the helicopter should have been there 40 minutes ago.
Then "BOOM" those 60 innocent men were dead. Then he heard sirens, police and paramedics, they were on the scene in minutes. Then it happened, where he was standing on the roof of an abandoned factory, the police barged through the only door that lead down. "Police; freeze. Your under arrest." yelled the nearest policeman.
"You think." Patrick replied. Now with Patrick being an assassin he knew better than to tell his company that he was trained in many martial arts. He was a 10th degree dan black belt in karate, a very good boxer and was also trained in judo, ju-jitsu, kick boxing and tai- kwando.
He was facing 5 cops. Now if you were in Patrick's position you might surrender. However Patrick knew something the cops didn't. He knew martial arts. He threw a gut punch at the nearest cop making him keel other. He front kicked the next and followed through with a roundhouse kick. Soon there was only one cop left.
"Tell whoever you work for that the destructor say's hi." Patrick said "Oh, pass this on." With that Patrick broke the cop's nose. Blood spouted everywhere. Once the cop's nose stopped bleeding, his uniform turned from blue to red.
Patrick took this as his queue to leave. As he knew he couldn't use the door, he pulled off the door and found a trolley, he took off the trolley's wheels and fixed them onto the door. He had just made his own skateboard! He ran up to the edge of the roof, with his skateboard in his hands, and jumped over the edge and he landed on top of his skateboard. He raced down the hill with cops on motorbikes following him. They were getting closer. Patrick knew he couldn't outrun them on his skateboard. There were 7 men on bikes with a helicopter above him. He saw a car up ahead that had dropped a plank off wood.
Patrick made his decision he steered the skateboard onto the plank and jumped towards the helicopter…. To be continued.