A ray of light fell through a crack in the blinds. A man let his finger loose and the sliver of light disappeared. "I'm tired of waiting!" Came a voice.
"Patience. He will be here soon enough." A voice answered
"You seem so sure…how do you-" the voice fell silent.
"Jones?" only silence answered him. "Jones?" the man by the window turned around to find the room vacant. "Where are you?" he started walking around the desk to see two feet sticking out from the edge of the desk. "Oh my God…How?" a dark liquid began to stain the floor. A harsh, dark whisper met the man's ears, chilling his bones.
"Dark as a shadow, quick as a ghost…" The man whirled around but saw nothing, he glanced over his shoulder to find a dark figure standing in front of him and he jumped backwards, almost falling on the floor.
"Nightblade!" he exclaimed. "How did you-"
"I prefer the name Ace Nightblade, and I just told you how I entered." The dark whispered replied."
"But…you…"
"Surprised?" and his hand reached to his side to clutch the handle of a sheathed sword. As Ace Nightblade did so, the other man reached into his jacket to pull out a small revolver.
"Not as surprised as you would expect…" and as he said it, he quickly raised the gun, pointing directly at Ace Nightblade's chest. Nightlbade chuckled with a cold laughter, taunting the silence.
"Your plan was to shoot me?" he jeered. "I expected better…" there was a gunshot, followed by a second. Ace Nightblade hardly seemed to move, but the bullets hit the wall behind him. The door exploded open and two men entered bearing automatic weapons.
"Gunfire! We need backup now; target has entered the building, get three squads up here now!" One of the weapon bearing men said. He signaled to the other, and they opened fire. The bullets ripped through the window, shattering it, and tore up the lamp on the desk. After a few seconds of firing, the men stopped. "Where did he go!?" one of them yelled, noticing that their target had disappeared.
"Behind you…" but as the man turned, a blade came across his throat, slicing it open and spilling blood across the floor. At a surprising fast speed, Nightblade moved forwards, arching his katana in front of him. The other guard fell to the ground, cut cleanly in two, staining the wood floor with blood.
"No…no…" the man raised his revolver again.
"By the time the squads get here, I will have already left for them to find you and your two guards dead." Said the dark figure, sheathing his sword and stepping forwards. His hand lowered to his thigh and came up holding a thin, cruel looking knife.
"God help me…"muttered the man…
