Ummm... Hi?
Yes I know it has been ages, and I cannot promise regular updates from now on, however I am hoping to post a few more chapters so...
Yeah...

7 years on...

The muffled thump of a silenced m50a3 sniper rifle echoed in the silent night.
I didn't even have to look at the result of my shot, I already knew it was perfect. Just like every other assignment, I immediately began to pack away my gear, apart from the rifle, that would just weigh me down. I clipped all my equipment to my black, military grade stealth suit; my most recent acquisition. I was very proud of it, but especially proud of the adjustments I made to the suit myself.
I heard sirens far below me. Damn, they were early tonight. Their usual response time averages at 4.5 minutes; tonight they arrived in 3. They are getting good at this. Still not good enough though.
I smirked, before putting on my high altitude breathing mask, and without even thinking twice, leapt off the tower from which I made my kill shot.
I spread my arms, revealing the modifications to my suit: pure black 'wings' stretching from my wrists down to my ankles. It was now a fully functioning flight suit.
As I glided away silently, I chanced a quick look back at my hiding place. The police were already ascending the elevators and I saw a helicopter flying around the top of the building. I smiled to myself as I remembered the little surprise I had left for them at the top. I hoped it worked.

It did.

And at exactly 12:01 am on the 13th of February, 2015, just as the police reached the top of the building, the Eiffel Tower, the symbol of France, exploded in a fiery inferno.

'Happy birthday Sarah…' I whispered into the wind as I was whooshed silently into the night…