I sucked in a deep breath as my scope focused on my target. He had absolutely no idea that that would be his last sip of wine he'd ever have. As I started to release the breath, I squeezed the trigger, sending the bullet flying through the air and straight into the man's chest. Chaos erupting in the building, but it was much too far away for me to hear it, save for a few particularly loud screams.
Satisfied, I swung my sniper rifle over my back as I slunk away from the scene, leaving no trace of my presence there. I'd made it halfway down the fire escape when I heard something whizzed toward me. I swung to the side, letting the arrow lodge itself in the wall beside me. Wait, arrow? Confused, I turned and saw a figure standing on the corner of a building not too far away.
My eyes widened and I took off down the stairs, jumping over the railing and skipping a few levels every now and then. I heard feet landing on the metal a few stories above me. With a huff, I realized I had to dump my rifle. It didn't matter if I'd left a few finger prints on it, I was erased from every data base in the world. I let it fall over the side of the building, wincing as I heard it crash below.
The footsteps had caught up to me a bit more, so the second I hit the ground again I sprinted away, trying to be as unpredictable as I could. Turning down a shadowed alleyway, I found myself facing a brick wall at a dead end. "Oh shoot," I muttered, turning around as the figure appeared at the entrance of the alleyway.
Whoever it was had a bow drawn was cautiously approaching me. I only glared as I let him inch close enough for him to see my face. Then I lashed out, kicking his bow to the side with one swift movement. He was obviously surprised, but he didn't miss a beat as he blocked my punch and retaliated with one of his own.
I ducked under his punch and went to kick him in the groin – hit 'em where it hurts, I'd always been taught – but he caught my foot and sent me sailing backwards into the wall. I grunted as my back felt like it broke into a million pieces. The man hesitated for a split second at the sound of my back hitting the wall and it was the second I needed. I swung a purposefully slow punch, which he blocked easily. Grabbing his wrist, I twisted around him and pushed him from behind into the wall.
He took it with a grunt as I turned and sprinted down the alleyway. I'd almost turned the corner when I heard a whiz and suddenly felt pain shooting through my right calf. I let out a cry and looked down to see an arrow going right into the back of my calf. Despite my training, I couldn't stop myself from sinking to the concrete, tears coming to my eyes from the pain. Blood ran down my leg, staining the thin gray pants I had on.
I heard the man's footsteps behind me, but I knew I'd been caught. There was no way I could run like this and it was likely he'd catch me if I didn't have a head start. Suddenly, I felt a needle prick my neck and the world went to darkness.
