† Novel : Time slicking by slowly, the surrounding sound were too still to count. The eye fixated onto the clock, breathing simmer down to nothing, the finger was lingering around the trigger reading to press. It waited for the right time as letting the ear coated around listening for the target. It was a game of patients. Target in sound range as counting the distance by the echo footsteps sound bouncing off the wall, 500 yard… 200 yard… It was coming close, the finger coated onto the trigger half pressing, turning the arm in the direction of the footsteps before taking in a deep breath pressing down the trigger without hesitation. Boom. The sound of body collapse down onto the ground as another step of footstep rushed in. Boom. Another set of bullet was fired at the direction followed by the same collapse sound. Slick smile coated on the killer’s lips as she got up from crouch position, her legs ripped with each movement she made flexing it back to perfect condition. Black orbs still fixed onto the clock as if waiting for someone, it wasn’t until another man appeared out of the corner on the other side of the room that made her attention turned. “You are late, Mr. Benedict, for sending killers after me deserved such a spank….” The words rolled down her lips like a kitten’s purr as she didn’t bother to show emotion onto her face. The man in three piece suits merely raised an eyebrow of emotion as he thought the words were interesting, but soon fades back to nothing as he handed over an envelope. “I’m sorry to note that my men were lack of consideration, Miss Agalia.” It was words needed as the woman parted away sinking back into the shadows taking the envelope in hand as knowing the next job the man required was contain among it. Never asking much question was her moto to be kept alive in this world. The man who gave her the job was not her position to bother about even though she knew what position he held. Their trade only cross path to this degree and let it be that degree to keep things in distance. Flicking her gun once more as she trapped back onto the holster tucked between her leather jackets and clothing, she walked down the street with her boots as letting the faint smile lingered onto her lips. The way she gesture herself made it seems as if she did held a riding crop in hand ready to strike.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 19:58:31 +0000
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