A shadow snuck it's way into my house. The shadow already left as soon as I sensed it. On my blue bed sheets was the white letter, my next target. I opened the letter and saw the picture of my next target.

The picture had many people in it with one specific man circled in red ink. The man looked about forty years old with a comb over. Black hair and clouded green eyes and wrinkles flaunting his age. He looks blind, his unfocused eyes weren't looking no where in particular and a cane was in his hand. I searched for the little card that always came with the new targets. A little information was always helpful, I dug my fingers inside to find the card.

Damien Jameson, a blind business men, I was right. My eyes skimmed through the words specifying important details such as his daily schedule, address, and connections. This guy was particularly weird, all his last clients that seem to oppose or disagree with him disappeared. 

I looked at the photo once more looking at the man's face specifically his smile. It seemed fake, I don't like the feeling I get from this guy.

I grab my lighter and burn the picture and card inside my ash tray. The picture burned into nothingness and I got ready for the night to come. I wrapped my breasts with gauze to hide my gender. Then I dressed in black pants and shirt with thick gloves. My short blond hair tied and tucked under my mask I put a black hoodie over the shirt and pulled the hood up. Then I put in my black contacts to hide my grey eyes. I looked in the mirror trying to see if I could see any information that could give me away, nothing. Then the darkness of night came.

Satisfied I climbed out of my window weapons hidden. I drive towards my targets house in the middle of a woodsy area. I do not like the feeling I got from this target so I did a few more precautions the usual. I hopped out of my car at least 8 blocks away. I walked in the shadows avoiding the contact with the street lights.

Then the woods came into my view. I jumped into the woods and climbed one of the tall trees that were here. When I was sure no could see me I stripped the black hoodie off hiding it in a small hole in the tree. Then I moved carefully tree to tree deeper into the forest. The trees got bigger then before and could support my already light weight more easily. My lips quirked up behind my mask as I saw the targets house. The house was a dark brown that blended in with the trees small and not extravagant in the slightest way.

Slight rusttles could be heard the movement alerted me as I pull out my gun. I point it to the left of me where I heard the sound. My left hand sliding down my side for the handle of my dagger. As i look around I see cameras, the cameras move left and right and we're cameras were ones I was familiar with. They were X0732's cameras specifically made to pick up sounds. They alert the master of the camera with a device.

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I my breathing threatened to get louder and for one of the few times during missions I was on edge. I needed a way to disable the cameras, but there are so many. I slowly move the hand at my side trying pull the dagger out the dagger pulls out a loud slash sound ringed through the air.

My body froze dagger now in hand, then I ran. I got up from my spot and climbed my way through the trees as quietly as possible. I ran closer to my targets house trying to get as far away from original position as quietly as possible. Now far away from the original position I was almost in front of the targets house. Now, a small light was coming from one the rooms. Squinting one of my eyes I saw the figure of the target.

I reached for the scoped rifle at my back and closed one of my eyes. As the targets body came into focus I aimed at the very back of his head. Then I pulled the trigger, two shots came towards the targets head and the brain splattered on the wall. Then a bug bit me my shoulder. A bug?

I looked at my shoulder to find a bullet lodged in my shoulder. I bolted upwards dropping the rifle and ran through the forest. The falling leaves crunched under my feet as the cameras went haywire. Someone ran after me still shooting. I ran in zigzags and tried pulling out my handgun. The cold metal reached my hands and I shot behind me still running in zigzags. The sound of bullets flying boomed in my ears.

Adrenaline ran through my veins and my head was pounding. I ran as fast as I could trying make it out alive. The crunching of leaves eventually stopped behind me and I didn't stop running. I ran out of amo and kept running trying to reach my car.

Then I heard the booming sound reach my ears. I blinked as time seemed to go through slow motion and the bullet flew towards my heart. I wanted to dodge to the right, for the bullet to miss. But I was to slow and couldn't turn back time. The bullet went straight into my chest and dug into my heart.

I blinked slowly as I felt really tired. The figure focused and unfocused a blurred mess. I felt like I was drunk then I caught a glimpse of my killer. Green eyes that were now focused and no longer cloudy. The short black hair and a face full of wrinkles, Damien Jameson, my killer.

He looked down a string of saliva spat at my face as he grinded his footon my chest wound. A wicked grin hanging on his face as intelligible words were heard. I feel really tired and I couldn't move my limbs.

I'm scared beyond belief, I can't control my body. As i thought about death about being non-existent and not being able to think or do nothing. A little tear streamed down my masked face as complete darkness replaced the already dark night.