The Moral Assassin

Chapter One

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You clearly have no moral code.

"Shhh, you annoying twit," I whisper.
I look through the scope and adjust the sight just a little bit. Through it, the curtains of a window breeze in and out of focus. I turn on the audio receiver that's planted in the apartment building and listen in.

Somewhere your mother is rolling over in her grave.
"Don't you dare bring her into this!" I snap.
A rattling at the door makes me perk up.

Is the evidence planted?
Yes.

So both bad guys will be gone?
Yes.
Then I suppose we're ready.

I listen as keys are thrown carelessly onto a hard surface.

Wait! What about the bug? Where is it? Will it be traceable?
No. It's in an apple, and even if it were I used Montgomery's own bug, one that he actually touched.
Okay then. Let's get this over with.

I aim the barrel toward the window and listen as he comes closer. A leg appears, then a torso, finally the fat man's head comes into view. I sight the gun right between his eyes, and then pull the trigger.
There is no sound, I would never work with a weapon that makes sound unless it's an emergency. I watch distastefully as the body falls to the ground.

You're going to hell.
I am in hell.

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"So the job is done?" Hendrix asks.
"Yes, you'll be hearing it on the news soon I would guess," I say looking up at him.
"Good. Now that that's out of the way," he says and then slams a file down on the table. "I have a new one for you. This one will take some time, because I need to get information out of him."
I reach over and open the file.
"Luka Sokolov is an extremely elusive person. He takes on the person of a high class playboy and model, but our sources say his connections to his acclaimed family seem too loose to be true. We believe he is part of the underground project of secret invasion into the US. You'll become part of his circle, gain the intel that we need to prove this theory, and get any plans of the possible invasion. Then you'll kill him."

I stare down at the pictures within the file. A tall man with a wide smile. He raises a glass in one picture, plays a game of cards in another, and kisses different girls in the many other photos. There are pictures of luxurious cars, mansions, and apartment complexes all screaming with the same theme: money.

"He seems too high profile to be an important part of this so called plan. That or he's incredibly dumb and, or egotistical," I say back to Hendrix.

"All possible, but it would also be a classic case of hiding in plain sight. No matter the reason, he's there, and he'll be flying out of New York in a week to London. You will also be going to London by way of New York. We'll supply you with weapons and monetary means, but all tactical missions and other essentials will need to come from your pin resources. Oh and it might not hurt to brush up on your Russian."

I rubbed my eyes and sighed.
Here we go.