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[Devious]

It's about a mysterious hitman sent to kill an American agent. I just wanted to try writing something and this was the result.



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He could see his breath hanging in the air, freezing almost as soon as it left his mouth. He flexed his right hand to make sure it hadn’t frozen solid. For mercenaries, frostbite was as deadly an enemy as the most well trained of soldiers.

It was his fourth day of his mission, and he hadn’t moved an inch since it began. Extensive meditative training allowed him to go days, even weeks if need be without food or sleep, and he had all the water he needed, just frozen. Lying on his belly, he congratulated himself on being able to find such an ideal location.

He had stumbled upon it almost by accident when, unable to stand the bitter cold any longer, retreated into a cave. To his surprise, the cave was in fact a tunnel leading up to a finger of rock protruding from a cliff face. It gave him an excellent view of the entire base while offering maximum camouflage and a quick escape route. The chances of him finding a place like this was literally one in a million. The perfect place to assassinate the American. Twelve million dollars for one man. This would be his big break. How would he spend all that money? First and foremost he'd probably buy himself a nice big penthouse somewhere in China. Then maybe he'd- "Omph," He grunted.

His wake up call came in the form of a pile of soft snow. That was another advantage of the cliff. A branch hung right above him that would periodically unload its cold cargo right onto his head in case he ever drifted off into sleep. Shaking it off, he lifted his rifle to his eyes and scanned the base once again.

As if on cue, an armored vehicle approached the military base below. The American flag could be seen decorating the side of the vehicle. This was definitely it; four days worth of cash.

A lone figure emerged from the car. Strange, he thought, it almost appears as if he’s being pushed out… Shrugging off his doubt, he steadied his aim. If he fired now, he could kill the man, but a mercenary of his caliber preferred to hit ‘em between the eyes, to let them see the bullet coming, to know that it was their final moment. There was no honor in killing a man that did not know he was going to die.

The lone figure stumbled across the field, occasionally tripping now and then on his sneakers. Stupid American, he thought, Bring boots next time you decide to visit the North Pole. He chuckled at the irony of his last comment.

The figure was beginning to turn around. This is it. He tightened his grip on the trigger and prepared to pull.

BANG! BANG!

Two shots rang out and the figure dropped to the ground. “What?” The mercenary whispered aloud. That certainly wasn’t him. Could it be he was not the only one out for the American’s life? He quickly glanced around, but saw no one. By now the base was already on alert, the siren’s wailing further agonizing him. It was then that he felt a shudder below him, followed by two bigger ones. The small rock he’d been lying on all this time suddenly decided to collapse. “Shit!” He yelled, jumping up and reaching for something to hold on to. He felt nothing but air.

As he slid down the face of the cliff, he saw the American stand up. He wasn’t dead? No, not he… The American was a girl! She had a wild, terrified look in her eyes, not something you would see in a soldier. Then it dawned on him. The two shots fired weren’t meant to kill the girl; they were meant for him.