Prologue
The air was warm and the wind was quiet. To me, it seemed a little too quiet. Then again, the first time is always tense. I never believed, but now I see the reason why. I started to get worried. I started to doubt that I could do the deed. Then, over my earpiece, I heard a voice, the voice of my companion.
"Hey, Wyatt, you doing okay? If you can't do it, then we can call in our backup to finish the job." I responded quietly, "Collin, this man has a feather on his head. If we can't pull this one off, who knows when we'll get another chance? We have to do this now. I'm almost ready. Just give me another ten minutes to find an infil and exfil point."
"All right. Just give me the signal if you have to get out of there, and I'll give you some cover." I was silently praying that I wouldn't need that cover, but I had to be prepared for anything. I walked towards my target: a man, inside a building run by our enemies, who was responsible for the deaths of many men and women. I was to be his judge, jury, and executioner. As I approached the building, my allies, dressed as employees, walked me past the security guards.
"Good luck, Wyatt. May God guide your blade this day. Peace be upon you, brother," I heard one of them mumble to me.
"The same to you, brother," I responded. I walked through the plain white hallways of the building towards a conference, where my target was supposed to provide a demonstration of his new plan to "modernize" the world. As I approached, I saw him. He was a tall man; about six feet tall, with a dark look in his eyes and a twitch in his hands. I knew I couldn't strike until I could get closer to the podium. I slowly made my way towards him, trying to look like I belonged. Then, through my earpiece, I heard a slight dinging noise; I knew then that I had a chance. I moved towards the stage, trying not to alert security. With the conference ending, I could strike. I unsheathed my hidden blade and moved in for the kill. Unfortunately, I mis-stepped, and my target saw me. Knowing I had only seconds to complete the mission, I threw a security guard to the ground and used him as a springboard, jumping off the guard's back, and thrusting my blade into my target's throat. The feeling of his skin and bone giving way under my hand is one I will never forget. As we hit the ground, I withdrew my blade, put the eagle feather to the bleeding gash on his neck, and began to run for the doors, shoving people in every direction. The noise in the room had risen to unbearable levels. I used this distraction to get away cleanly. But, I had a new problem. I couldn't leave through the main entrances. The guards saw me and began to chase me. I ran for a staircase to reach the upper floors. Once I reached the roof, I could see Collin had done what he needed to. Hearing the guards catching up to me, I jumped off of the roof.
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