Assassin Chronicles
Chapter 1: False Information
The air of the night was cold against Thane's skin, as he stood upon the top of a building. Perched like a statue, he surveyed the side of the building. It was climbable, but barely. But he was trained well, this would be no problem. Like a speed demon, he rushed down the building. As he reached the 73rd floor, he slowed his pace to a halt immediately. He did a quick reconnaissance of his target.
"Too easy" Thane muttered as his target was sitting alone in a room using his computer. Pulling his pistol from its holster, he readied his shot. His perfect memory allowed him to remember his exact target's position, before he tensed his muscles.
It happened within two seconds, and it was perfect. Holding onto the ledge above the window, he swung down and brought the pistol up to his eye level, before firing off one shot through the window.
Alarms sounded, and Thane immediately was alert. Blaring red lights blasted him, causing him to let his grip falter. As he fell towards the ground, his mind was already ahead of him, he flipped forwards and started running down the building. Bringing up his wristband, he hit a few buttons and caused his vehicle to come towards him. He jumped off the building, the glass cracking under the sudden pressure of his feet, he landed right in his car.
Retaining control of the vehicle, he put his car into the fastest mode to get out of there quickly. He would need to have a talk with his contractor, this wasn't what was supposed to happen.
As Thane drove away, the sun set on the horizon, the light drifting from the target's desk. A bullet was lodged directly in the head of the life-like replica of the target. If the target had been real, he would have been killed instantly. As the real target entered the room, he looked at his replica.
"Well, looks like our friend certainly hit his mark, just not on me." the target explained, studying the scene.
"Only one bullet...how confident." the target muttered, as he walked past his desk, he absentmindedly flipped his nameplate over, so the engraved writing "Naver Thrad" faced down on the desk.
"Our friend just barely escaped, next time..he won't."