Aubrey's Revenge (2)
Time has passed and everyone changes, but does everyone turn into a blood thirsty Assassin?
A red headed woman knelled on a building's rooftop. Her preferred sniper rifle propped on its stand. She had waited intensely as the man ate dinner with what she assumed was his girlfriend. He was roughly thirty and had his dark hair slicked back the prototype for high government personal or the mafia, they were the same to her: Heartless killers.
After paying the tip, he strolled to the glass doors and pecked the woman lightly on the cheek. She smiled back at him with those perfect commercial teeth, whispered a playful goodbye and left in a champagne colored corvette. He waited for his limo, little did he know that cross hair were lining on his chest.
The woman on the roof was thankful for the oncoming darkness that fell like a plush blanket. Soon the street lamp flickered alive for darkness was all around the man. She thought of what his name could be. Armand, maybe or possible Gabriel, She didn't know she was one given a picture and a place and time, nothing more.
"It's better that way, not knowing." She thought to herself. "It makes the killing easier." Her hand instinctively tightened on the weapon. "I just need to get this over with."
Her finger neared the trigger, but her thoughts were faster. Her mind trended into 'unwanted territory', she reconsidered taking his life. His Life. That was what this was about: LIFE. Happy memories flooded her. The bright leaves of fall, the hot sand on the beach, the laughter of a child. Those were things everyone wanted. The chance for a happy life.
"But he's ruining others." The woman reminded herself and re-aimed. "He's a killer as well, I can't forget that." Her hands were sweaty on the black Italian wood of the rifle. When she was centered dead on she closed her eyes knowing there was no way she could miss.
"This is for Bryce." She released the trigger and only heard what followed. The shot as it echoed loudly and distant scream of bystanders. The scent of gun power clung to the air. Slowly she opened her tearless eyes.
Her First Kill. The radio rumbled in her jacket pocket.
"It's done as ordered." She said blandly.
"Pick up your money at the Rigmont hotel at three."
That was it. She wasn't a hero but a paid assassin. Was the plot turn good? Don't worry I'll explains the unknown details in later chapters.
After paying the tip, he strolled to the glass doors and pecked the woman lightly on the cheek. She smiled back at him with those perfect commercial teeth, whispered a playful goodbye and left in a champagne colored corvette. He waited for his limo, little did he know that cross hair were lining on his chest.
The woman on the roof was thankful for the oncoming darkness that fell like a plush blanket. Soon the street lamp flickered alive for darkness was all around the man. She thought of what his name could be. Armand, maybe or possible Gabriel, She didn't know she was one given a picture and a place and time, nothing more.
"It's better that way, not knowing." She thought to herself. "It makes the killing easier." Her hand instinctively tightened on the weapon. "I just need to get this over with."
Her finger neared the trigger, but her thoughts were faster. Her mind trended into 'unwanted territory', she reconsidered taking his life. His Life. That was what this was about: LIFE. Happy memories flooded her. The bright leaves of fall, the hot sand on the beach, the laughter of a child. Those were things everyone wanted. The chance for a happy life.
"But he's ruining others." The woman reminded herself and re-aimed. "He's a killer as well, I can't forget that." Her hands were sweaty on the black Italian wood of the rifle. When she was centered dead on she closed her eyes knowing there was no way she could miss.
"This is for Bryce." She released the trigger and only heard what followed. The shot as it echoed loudly and distant scream of bystanders. The scent of gun power clung to the air. Slowly she opened her tearless eyes.
Her First Kill. The radio rumbled in her jacket pocket.
"It's done as ordered." She said blandly.
"Pick up your money at the Rigmont hotel at three."
That was it. She wasn't a hero but a paid assassin. Was the plot turn good? Don't worry I'll explains the unknown details in later chapters.
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