When was the last time he regretted killing? Never, and it will never come to that, his emotions no longer existed. His former self had been terminated. And what was left was a shell. A shell that was much more pleasurable than anything else left in his life. This shell was the wet works assassin, 'Spectre' one of the nine specialists of the Black Ops. An elite CIA group founded mainly to stop the group known as the 'Common Defense Pact', also called as 'CDP'. But what they did were in fact, quite the opposite.

Spectre was awaiting farther instructions on top of the now futuristic Japan. His employer wanted a certain someone dead. To Spectre, it was a way to build a stronger reputation, a way to earn cold hard cash, or credits as they are called.

He didn't care who he killed. He didn't care if they bribed him. He was hired for a simple task of killing. And the blood spilt is just enough of a reward.

A beeping caught the assassin's attention. He took out his tablet and there it was; information about his prey. The precious little details were all he needed. Small details often led to big problems. Spectre took out his VMP, the upgraded weapon looked menacing in the cold night. Attaching a silencer, Spectre jumped off the roof, thrusters activating at the last moment to slow his fall. Activating his Active Camo, the contract killer disappears into the night.

(Later)

Spectre could see his prey. A very famous terrorist known mainly for his connection with the CDP, and for his dangerous acts of mass murder.

Spectre followed him, his Active Camo hiding his presence from the man. The man's name was Barren, and he lacked hair on his head. But he made up for that with his bushy mustache and unkempt beard. He wore a green suit and Spectre could see the many scars on his visible skin.

Barren finally stopped inside an alleyway, and took out a gun. It was an MRG, with a silencer attached to it. "I know your following me." He revealed crooked messy teeth as he shot in Spectre's direction. Knowing his cover had been blown, Spectre released fire from his VMP, the bullet shots silenced as it crossed the air towards its target. Barren ducked, taking a grenade from his belt.

"You're going to kill yourself." Spectre's synthesized voice cut through the brittle silence.

"I'd rather die by my own hand than with people like you."

"So be it."

Spectre's Ripper blade activated, and the assassin lunged for his prey, looking all the more like a predator. Barren was too slow to react, as the blue blades of pure energy sliced through his flesh and poked his lungs. Immediately he buckled.

"You've seen my work. It speaks for itself." Spectre stated and turned around. "And...you've...seen mine." Barren's hand went limp as the grenade fell to the ground. A live grenade.

Spectre thrusted out of the way just as it exploded. A column of smoke trailed out of the alleyway. "Target is liquidated." Spectre sent a comm. to his employer. "Well done," the compliment was hollow and lacked any sort of emotion. "A dropship will be there to pick you up."

He put his gun on his back, and deactivated his Ripper.

And just like that, another person's blood tainted his soul.