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Carved words

The sound of the pounding rain didn't bother me, nor the feeling of the cold water slowly soaking my heavy coat I wore while I lay on my stomach while peering through a water smeared scope, I let go of the held breath I've been holding for the last ten second then breathed in normally for ten second before holding my breath again for ten second before letting it go and repeating the cycle again.

I moved my head back a little and moved my neck a little to loosen the muscles, I felt the joints in my neck pop causing me a little discomfort, I look round at my surrounding to ensure that my position is perfect.

Currently I'm laying flat on my stomach with a sniper rifle on the balcony of a half completed building, my target is one block away currently inside a large tower building discussing business matter about his company, I have to fire in-between two buildings at an angle the target will leave the building entrance while a parked limousine will await for him.

The position I'm currently lying in is one of the prime sniping position but I've already manage to neutralize the guards of this position no more than two minutes ago, they are to report in another eight minutes, I've got a recording of their voices so when the final security checks are made my position won't be given away.

I've already got a planned escape way once I take the target out, the elevator cable will be used to get me to the bottom of the building, currently a handle device is attach to it that will control the speed of my decent to the ground, on the ground is a sewer cover which can be opened quickly and dropped back into place.

Once down in the stinking pits of the sewers I'll make my way through the tunnels of the sewers till I get to another manhole where I'll emerge to my motorbike that's parked close by then proceed to my safe house and wait until everything calms down.

Despite telling myself the plan is perfect I know all too well that anything could go wrong, the security check don't go according to plan and they make a surprise visit ,the handle device might malfunction and drop me to my death, I get lost in the sewers or get captured while down there.

So many thoughts of how it could go wrong played through my mind over and over, I pushed these thoughts away and told myself this, "you're a professional, you expect something to go wrong and that's why you love this job, because of the thrills," I smile at the truth of it all.

I really do enjoy my job, killing the security guards earlier really made me felt good, there's nothing like it than feeling the Adeline of putting your life on the line, where one mistake could mean the difference whose body is on the floor at the end of the day.

Suddenly the rain stopped all together allowing me to look up the clear night sky as the moon peers out, I check my watch, "twenty three hundred o hour," I told myself then return to peering through the scope, the rain water that drip down the lens annoyed me, I let my left hand reach over to the side where it's sheltered from the rain and found the rag I brought with me.

Quickly I wiped the end of the lens on both ends quickly and peer through to see it mostly clear, "this will have to do," I thought, the target should be leaving the building within the next five minutes, I scan the street of the target area and found only one man walking by and stopped when he got close to the parked limousine and pushed away.

The man been led away stood as tall as me with ash white long hair that reach down to his waist, the hair is tied by a black ribbon that, he wore rough clothes of a white and jeans that look well worn and a black sleeveless jacket, I watch him wave the men off as they lead him away then pat him down for any weapon.

He seems annoyed then looks round and stopped and smile, it probably was my imagination but I felt that he's staring at me as I stare at him through the scope, those piercing blue eyes of his made me felt very nervous for some reason, in my long career this is the fist time I have ever felt this way about someone, not even the Ninjas I met gave me that impression of something so wrong that you can't even define it in human terms.

When the white hair man turn away the feeling instantly pass, the guards that held him wave at him and he nods for him to leave, he left with his hands in his pocket with a deeply satisfied look on his face.

I turn my attention from him and watch the door of the building, "Tango four this is HQ, what is your status?" I heard the crackle from the radio I took from the dead guards, quickly I brought the handheld radio and a device for recording, I press both of them simultaneity and heard the dead voice of the guard, "this is Tango four, everything is green here HQ," I waited ready to escape should they realize that the guards are dead.

I felt my heart beating fast for a brief moment before I calm it by breathing deeply in and hold it, nothing could stop me from sweating, "continue your observation Tang Four, HQ over and out," it took a moment for me to realize they brought it, instantly I hit the play button and the transmission button the hand held radio, "roger HQ, tango four over and out."

Even with the security check made they'll be monitoring all position for any snipers with their own sniper team, thankfully the position I'm in made it very hard to post a sniper, the floor I'm currently in is looking between the two buildings, the angle of the sniping would be too steep from either building.

Also positing a sniper from the building would be logical, but impractical as people will be able to see, this would cause problems for the company which of course could leak to the mass media and who knows what would happen then.

In short this is the best sniping position, which is why they are going to escort him out with five security guards armed with shields to protect him from any snipers, they even have a combat SWAT team combing the area of one mile for any possible sniping position and watching them at all time, also helicopter support has been given so should the target die then the killer will be found.

I check my watch again and felt my heart began to beat faster as the time near, I could feel the sweat on my palms inside my black gloves I wore while I held the weapon, I've done this a few times under similar circumstances.

Finally I saw the door open and five men in combat gear with probably twice the amount of body armour holding onto large metallic shield that stood taller than me, I could make out the small slit holes to peer through that's protected by a layer of bullet prove glass, I mentally smile at hoe serious they are about protecting the man whose following them.

My client has been very specific that I'am to kill this man at this time and would be given a sign that this man is the target by simply removing the black mop of hair which is a wig which will have a coat of arms, this symbol will be flanked by two swans taking flight and the shield inside the coat of arms will be separated into four parts.

One part will have the warrior charging on a war horse, the second will have a scholar documenting on a scroll, the third will have a priest that will pray to the gods and the final one will have the grim reaper as a naked skeleton with the reaper scythe in his left hand while pointing to the neighbouring sections.

I watch closely through the scope and couldn't see the man at all, they're in a tight formation making it impossible to shoot the man, fortunately I've been told by my client that the limo at the front has been rigged with explosive before hand.

I move my scope over the white limo, it's been security check lightly as it's a company car they think it will be safe, I already had located the explosive when I took up my position, the mark of the place where the explosive is placed has been made using a special marking which can only be seen using ultra violet, I've been given a scope and aim at the point.

Now I have to wait, my mind played out the scene should I fire my gun at this point, the security would take the man back in before I even have the chance to see has the man got the mark, if he hasn't then I would have wasted two bullets, the second bullet was made especially for this job, of course it's not traceable after I killed the guy who made it, this always ensure silent as the dead can't speak.

My breathing has begun to pick up as the moment began to close in, I force myself to calm down or else I'll mess up the shot, something I want to avoid at all cost.

To focus my mind I count their steps from the vehicle, the thrill of the moment made me feel more alive than I did when I killed the guards, this feeling of where everything is balanced on the line, this exhilarating is different as it determines have I got the right to call myself a professional.

I know I can do this job and if I can't do it then I can't even look myself in the mirror and be proud of myself, I guess it's my pride which is also hanging on the line, something which is both terrifying should I fail in this job and at the same time thrilling.

Pushing these thoughts out of my mind I refocus on the job, I've judged they're probably half a dozen pace away from the limo, patiently I watch them take another step, I half pull the trigger until it's only a hair line from firing the bullet, they took another step, I pull the trigger ever slightly, they took another step and my finger pulls the trigger back fully.

The bullet exited from my rifle and hit it's mark true, a full second later I recall the sound of the rifle coughing loudly then the entire limo exploded into a ball of flames that sent a black cloud into the air, the vechile itself flipped by the impact and lay upside down two feet to the left.

The guards are all sprawled on the ground and is unable to help the man who stood alone, I watch him slowly reach up and grip his hand, with a tug he pulls the fake hair out and gave a small bow as his eyes gaze down to the ground in front of him.

Peering through my scope I saw the crest of arms tattooed on his head and took one more second to ensure it's the same symbol that I saw the day before, I squeeze the trigger and watch through my scope the mans head snap back, a look of contempt on his face as he crumple to his knees before falling face flat onto the ground, his blood slowly forming a pool round him.

With the job done I pick up the rifle and slung it over my shoulder then run to the handle on the elevator cable and grab it, I press the button and felt the device instantly release the brakes and plummet me down into the black abyss of the elevator shaft.

My mind began to estimate how long before they find me, I try not to think of the chances of me been killed by hitting the ground too hard, all too quickly I saw the ground below me.

I took my finger off the button, nothing happened, panic seize me for a brief moment that I will die here, I quell the thought of any death that might happen, I instead watch the ground growing larger as I close towards it with no fear, I've stared into the eyes of death countless time.

This no different as I can imagine the hand of death slowly reaching up towards me, to take me down into the darkness he dwells in, suddenly I felt a tug that nearly wretched my hand off the handle as the brakes on the device finally activates and slow my decent.

I hit the ground a little too fast for my liking and felt my body scream in pain as my feet took the impact that travel up my entire body, ignoring the pain I quickly made my way to the half open man hole, it's still open, I smiled mentally to myself and took hold of the damn rungs of the ladder build into sewer tunnel.

Quickly I lower myself down the man hole and recovered the lid, a moment later I heard people shouting as they rush over the man hole, I felt some relief until I heard the barking of dogs, those damned infernal animal will track him to the man hole.

I began to run down my planned path, in the back of my mind I know they won't be able to catch me, as I turn a corner I heard the sound of explosion, I rigged the man hole cover by placing a grenade underneath into the man hole and strung a cable to one of the ladder steps, so when they remove the man hole the cable would yank the pin out of the grenade.

Two days since the assassination I've packed my bags ready to leave the town, right now I'm taking a nice stroll through the streets, as I pass a news stand I spot the front papers are all talking about the assassination of the head of the company that was leaving DOATEC.

I toss a coin to the newspaper man and took the newspaper and read it, "DOATEC has been conducting investigation about the assassination of the head executive, Mr Hallow Richard, of a rival company, reports said that the man was been given a deal to sell his company to DOATEC which he promptly refused, afterwards he was killed at the very door step of DOATEC headquarters," I smile as I read on.

"Some people in the rival company have pointed accusing fingers at DOATEC, saying that they are the ones who set up the assassination should he refuse, DOATEC rebut these claims that they have no reason to kill, but records of similar cases have surfaced which has placed enormous pressure upon DOATEC as to what to do with these cases, currently the head of DOATEC, Dr Victor Donovan, has made no comment."

I felt good, the company had try to double cross me, so this is a little pay back to them, I thought about the job and how odd it was at the time the request was made.

It was a interesting assignment where the client asked me to meet him in a secluded place, once there he gave me the money in a suitcase before we even began talking, the man was quite sullen but his eyes burned with a purpose which I felt compelled to accept the job, once I heard it though.

The task was to kill the target he assigned for me if I want to, if I don't he'll still pay me the money as if I did it, I found it rather strange and didn't gave a answer, he simply told me all the details regarding the hit and even supplied the distraction for the guards with shields.

Then I ask about the sign for me to kill the man, I still remember the a hunted smile he gave me before removing the hair wig he wore and showed me the symbol, the client is the hit, it stunned me a little but I listen that he wants me to kill him specifically in front of DOATEC headquarters.

Naturally I said I'll think about it, he in turn told me it was taking place the next day in the evening, he said that if I accept or not he don't want to hear about it, I found that strange but when I ask him further details it dawned on me that he knew I would take the job.

I know some assassins would have taken the money and left, but I'm a little different, I made one rule with myself, if I accept the money I'm doing the job.

I turn back my attention to the paper and read about the autopsy of my, now deceased, ex-client and the bullet which was used to kill him, I smile as I read on, "this bullet had an engraving upon it which still baffle people as to what it means, engraved upon the bullet is the initial "B.C.F.Y.V", none of us knows and maybe no one will ever know about it."

The paper is correct in the most part, no one would know the meaning of the initial except for me, I mouth the meaning while dumping the now useless paper into the bin, "Bayman's Coming For You Victor."