No Morals, No Creed
The words were ringing in my head. "Your heart is as black as the night sky; you have no morals, no creed. Your purpose, to serve darkness." All my thoughts were clouding my head. If I was to complete the task ahead of me I would need to clear my head of thoughts and focus on the task at hand. The target was stepping out onto a boat from Bloodstone docks. He turned around with his robes swaying at his feet, fine silk with fine layers of gold embroidered into this robe. His robe was as grand as a tapestry. Unfortunately a family crest made out of pure gold was also embroidered into the robe and it covered the exact point of the heart, although he was expecting an assassin. Well that cancelled out my preferred method; it would have to be a bullet to the head instead. I zoomed in and saw him lift his head up high and display a regal expression while looking down onto the peasants of Bloodstone. A booming voice exploded from the Mans mouth, which was rather amusing considering he was a small plump man. "People of Bloodstone, hear me. I will travel to Samarkand and bring back riches beyond your wildest dreams, exotic women, gold, diamonds, you could go on forever at the possibilities but I ask one thing of you, that you will pray for me on your journey."
This was the moment my hand clasped around the trigger, the turret rifle was ready and so was I. My colleagues were stood in the crowd also ready and eager to fire. It was time to put an end to the crowd's short lived happiness. Two bullets almost simultaneously, were quickly sent hurtling through the air. Before he had any idea what had hit him he was on the floor bleeding from the head with a gaping hole showing the contents of his brain as they oozed out slowly. The crowd were left in shock; the mouths wide open in surprise. It took them longer than I had expected to take up arms.
By the time they had realised what had fully happened four citizens had been hacked to pieces by cleavers. The assassins were not willing to take any chances. We were not so lucky when we found it only made-*-------------- the citizens angrier. They had now drawn their pistols and so had the assassins. It was a deadlock situation, the assassins were fewer but were dual wielding there flintlocks. The assassins had a many pistols as the citizens did people. I decided the only solution was to draw there attention away. I aimed and blasted a man's head off. Sure enough the civilians turned and fired several bullets in my general direction, five of the bullets went straight into me but having the blood of a hero enabled me to recover instantly. Turning around was their fatal mistake. Almost immediately they had their brains splattered over the street. We regrouped and hid an alley way as another wave of people spilled out of the pub, searching for us. It was now time to disappear.