Assassination

The crosshair was devoid of my target, I was at the top of the Manhattan tower, I run solo, in this field of profession. My prime job was to kill as paid, doing a clean job, almost everything. Things went wrong if I did not plan them properly, organising every minute detail in place ofContinue reading “Assassination”

Unsheathed Paragon

His back was mantled with a grandiose posture, he stood there collected as he deflected the sniper bullet with the aid of a modernised katana,┬áting!┬áThe high pitched deflection was diminutive in the cacophony of the war. He slammed me down, and took cover beside of me, “why did you not take cover?” he spoke harshly,Continue reading “Unsheathed Paragon”