Assassin POV
The blade slid smoothly in and out of the guard's neck and he crumpled to the ground in a heap. Quietly, he dragged the body into a dark corner and swiftly ducked behind another wall close by.
"This is way too easy." the assassin quietly said to himself as he disappeared into the shadows.
He snuck along the wall, shuffling slowly towards the door nearby. As he was about to test the handle, it turned rather abruptly. Eagle-spread against the wall, he hesitated, drew out his knife, and waited patiently for the kill.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." a voice from behind the door exclaimed. As the speaker shut the door, the assassin took his knife out and held it against his neck, drawing first blood.
"What the hell are you up to?" the assassin growled.
"Nnnnothing." the terrified hostage stammered.
"Well then, you had better know the way to the tech room where all the files are stored or you're mincemeat."
"Fine fine fine. Just don't hurt me."
The hostage led him down through the dark corridors turning left and right until they came to a door marked 'Data Storage'
"I've lead you to your destination. Now let me go!"
"As you command." and the assassin sliced open his neck.
He crept into the room, filled with computers that dimly lit the tiny room. Reaching into his pocket, the assassin took out a USB storage drive and inserted it into the slot. Then he sat down and began browsing for the file he needed.
"Here it is. The Freelance document." the assassin smiled. "Now just to copy and paste and …. done. As he removed the flash drive from its port, an alarm sounded.
"Damn. I really need to take off." the assassin cursed. He dashed out of the room under extreme machine gun fire and leapt out of a nearby window. As gravity took over, he unfurled his wings and quickly flew away to the meeting place.
Later, the assassin met up with his correspondents on a rooftop nearby.
"Here's the Freelance document" the assassin said, handing over the flash drive.
"We finally have the file. Now we can continue the experiments" one of the masked figures happily exclaimed.
"You have fulfilled your duty and we shall gladly reward you" another figure said as he reached into his pocket and drew out a pistol. "Farewell" and he pulled the trigger. "Fang" he quietly added.
The last word the assassin heard was "Farewell" as he plummeted sixty stories to his death. He was in such utter shock of what just had happened that he forgot he had wings. As he unfurled them and tried to fly, he winced in pain with every flap.
"Those bastards shot my wings." he thought. "Looks like my time is up." The assassin closed his eyes and awaited the end.