The Winter Soldier
The asset strode into the auditorium after dealing with the pathetic excuse for security, their defence was minimal and not worth his time, but he was here to give them a show.
"What? Hey! You can't be in here - !" a man said dropping his folder when he saw who was coming at him.
Ignoring the other people in the large room the asset came forward to the man, stepping on the documents with his damp combat boots. The man had started to back away by the time the asset reached him. The asset brought up a hand to the man's throat, not hearing the gasps and sounds of horror fill the auditorium, and squeezed.
The asset wasn't who he was without earning the title, he was smart and careful. So when his instincts told him to do something he usually obeyed.
By now many of the people who were in the room had fled: smart decision.
However, a figure was approaching rapidly, but not so fast that the asset couldn't react to it. In one smooth motion he slid out a sidearm from the side of his trouser leg with his free hand and fired two bullets into the centre of her forehead. She crumpled to the carpeted floor as the asset growled, irritated at the woman's idiotic attempt at even hurting him and the distraction she had caused.
He dismissed the body a few metres away from him and focused his anger on strengthening his hold over the man's, the scientist's, neck.
The body in his hand had stopped clawing and thrashing and was now limp and unmoving. The asset let go of the dead scientist and stood for a short moment.
The asset had completed his mission.
But had he? This wasn't an official mission, it wasn't sanctioned by anyone as all of his handlers were dead from the events in Washington. There was no one to take orders from but himself. Everything he did now was decided on a week by week basis, who to kill and when.
He frowned and then shook off the thoughts before leaving, he stepped over the woman's fresh corpse and left the auditorium, to find himself at the end of three guns, from the guards he had spared earlier. He had no quarrel with them and so he didn't kill, but he inwardly berated himself and was regretting the decision as it just meant more work for him. The asset complied with their shouts and raised his hands defensively, but then reached behind him to release two standard Glock pistols and shot a guard on either side of him, and then the guard in the centre before he could realise what had happened to his colleagues.
The asset moved over the bodies of his victims once more as he left the building.