Prolouge
Aegis POV
Footsteps echoed down the empty cold concrete hallway, the sound of chains rattling slightly drowned the footsteps out. I was only fifteen at the time, but no one seems to even care about my age as they shoved me to our destination, the shackles rubbing tightly on my skin leaving a red, almost purple bruise.0
We walked for what seemed like forever, till we reached a metal door that I had never seen before. One of the guards knocked on the door in a simple pattern and the door cracked open slowly, almost eerie.
The inside of the room was red, a deep ruby red, the walls, the inside of the door, everything., "come, sit." I look to where the all too familiar old raspy, voice came from.
Enzo Rivara was my handler. He trained me, watched me train, punished me if I disobeyed. Long story short. I want to slit his throat just like he trained me to do.
But, I don't act on my wants, I have no doubt I would succeed though the consequences... Aren't worth it. I sit down across from Enzo looking towards the floor not once looking at him, looking him in the eyes is a challenge to him. He lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling above us, the smell, unbearable.
"I'll cut to the point, your fifteen years old the higher-ups want to start getting you out there." he rasped his Brooklyn accent sharp, eyes boring holes into my head that was tipped down.
The higher-ups, I had only met them a few times but, each time was awful. Whatever they wanted from me, I had no doubt it'd be horrible.
Before I could open my mouth to ask a question a short stack of papers slammed right in front of me. The sound echoed around the room.
"John Hut, 43 years old, Company is a threat to us. Kill him." He said, authority laced his demanding voice.
"Kill" that's what I was trained to do.
I carefully pick up the papers skimming through his information, double-checking. I focused on one specific thing... The pictures of his three children...
"When?" I said in a monotone voice.
"Now." He rasped, drawing another breath from his cigarette.
The two guards who had stopped at the door come forward as I stand, walking away from the red couch, grabbing the papers and reading it, ignoring the part about his family.
"Put it on." One of the guards demanded. I take off my shirt and pants already know I won't be getting any privacy putting on the suit. One of the guards drops to his knee, something cold sliding around my ankle an almost silent click sounded.I looked down at the metal ring he was talking about.
"This device tells us where you are at all times don't try to take it off it won't work. Misbehave or disobey and you'll feel it tighten only we can untighten it. It will crush your bones if it has too and eventually if you continue to disobey it will inject you with a drug called 'spirit' within minutes you will be immobilized." I nod at him trying my best to hide my fear of the metal ring rubbing against my skin.
"Good luck" I hear Enzo say behind me.
I nodded, as if I'll need it.
Walking to the exit and into a car before focusing on the information. At exactly 10:00 pm he'll be at a meeting with another company.
Looking at the map under the information the meeting room is circled about a mile away. Good. Sniper it is.
"We're here," The driver says catching my attention. Folding the map up and stuffing it in my pocket I open the door and stepped out.
9:30
I have thirty minutes to get to that roof. I sprint from the car going from ally to ally it may be dark but I'm not taking chances.
After running for about 15 minutes I find the destination an apartment building a mile away with a clear view of meeting area.
Climbing the fence I jump from there to the fire escape and walk as silently as possible on the noisy metal escape up the building ducking under windows with lights.
I look through my scopes aiming at his head I want him to die quick not suffer my finger presses on the cold trigger but I don't pull.
This is a life. An irreplaceable life that I have to take away. I have to. I look back through the scope taking a deep breath in and out. "I can do this, I have to do this" trying my best to convince my self I look through the scope again.
And I pull the trigger.
The inside of the room was red, a deep ruby red, the walls, the inside of the door, everything., "come, sit." I look to where the all too familiar old raspy, voice came from.
Enzo Rivara was my handler. He trained me, watched me train, punished me if I disobeyed. Long story short. I want to slit his throat just like he trained me to do.
But, I don't act on my wants, I have no doubt I would succeed though the consequences... Aren't worth it. I sit down across from Enzo looking towards the floor not once looking at him, looking him in the eyes is a challenge to him. He lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling above us, the smell, unbearable.
"I'll cut to the point, your fifteen years old the higher-ups want to start getting you out there." he rasped his Brooklyn accent sharp, eyes boring holes into my head that was tipped down.
The higher-ups, I had only met them a few times but, each time was awful. Whatever they wanted from me, I had no doubt it'd be horrible.
Before I could open my mouth to ask a question a short stack of papers slammed right in front of me. The sound echoed around the room.
"John Hut, 43 years old, Company is a threat to us. Kill him." He said, authority laced his demanding voice.
"Kill" that's what I was trained to do.
I carefully pick up the papers skimming through his information, double-checking. I focused on one specific thing... The pictures of his three children...
"When?" I said in a monotone voice.
"Now." He rasped, drawing another breath from his cigarette.
The two guards who had stopped at the door come forward as I stand, walking away from the red couch, grabbing the papers and reading it, ignoring the part about his family.
We head back down the empty dark hallway, entering a room this time I was familiar with. Enzo who had followed us grabs an all-black suit and belt filled with weapons.
"Put it on." One of the guards demanded. I take off my shirt and pants already know I won't be getting any privacy putting on the suit. One of the guards drops to his knee, something cold sliding around my ankle an almost silent click sounded.I looked down at the metal ring he was talking about.
"This device tells us where you are at all times don't try to take it off it won't work. Misbehave or disobey and you'll feel it tighten only we can untighten it. It will crush your bones if it has too and eventually if you continue to disobey it will inject you with a drug called 'spirit' within minutes you will be immobilized." I nod at him trying my best to hide my fear of the metal ring rubbing against my skin.
"Alright, Then you will be dropped off in the area of your mission. Kill the target. I expect nothing more nothing less. How you kill him is your choice. Grab a gun." Doing as I was told I grab a handgun of my choice, screwing on a silencer and strapping it to my belt, before taking long-distance easy carry sniper rifle strapping it on to my back before walking towards the exit.
"Good luck" I hear Enzo say behind me.
I nodded, as if I'll need it.
Walking to the exit and into a car before focusing on the information. At exactly 10:00 pm he'll be at a meeting with another company.
Looking at the map under the information the meeting room is circled about a mile away. Good. Sniper it is.
That gives me more coverage.
"We're here," The driver says catching my attention. Folding the map up and stuffing it in my pocket I open the door and stepped out.
9:30
I have thirty minutes to get to that roof. I sprint from the car going from ally to ally it may be dark but I'm not taking chances.
After running for about 15 minutes I find the destination an apartment building a mile away with a clear view of meeting area.
Climbing the fence I jump from there to the fire escape and walk as silently as possible on the noisy metal escape up the building ducking under windows with lights.
Once I finally make it to the rooftop.
I stand on the railing grabbing onto the roof pulling myself up.
I stand on the railing grabbing onto the roof pulling myself up.
I look towards the building of the meeting.
Walking over I lay on my stomach setting up my sniper so it's just over the ledge and adjusting the scope and putting on a silencer, I wait.
Walking over I lay on my stomach setting up my sniper so it's just over the ledge and adjusting the scope and putting on a silencer, I wait.
I hate waiting.
Gives me time to think of how his family will weep and mourn his death. 10:05 he walks into the room and so does everyone else. Sitting down on the end chair across from him most likely the person he's dealing with.
I look through my scopes aiming at his head I want him to die quick not suffer my finger presses on the cold trigger but I don't pull.
This is a life. An irreplaceable life that I have to take away. I have to. I look back through the scope taking a deep breath in and out. "I can do this, I have to do this" trying my best to convince my self I look through the scope again.
And I pull the trigger.
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