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Stabba, stabba, stabba, until dead!
The knife steady in his grip.
Vibrating through its hilt and right into the very core of the elite soldier holding the deadly weapon in his hand.
It was finally that time. That very time for some good old fashioned… stabbing!
It had been a long time coming, that much was true. The blood boiling in his veins, threatening to burst forth in a bloody spurt.
It was all for… revenge!
The Revenge with a capital letter. The Revenge for everything the Empire had ever done to him and his brethren. The suffering, the pain… the hate formed after the fact.
The things he had had to do to survive the game those above had played. All the remorse finally spilling over.
And so, it was time.
He was ready for the ultimate sacrifice.
The meaning quite clear. As truth being told, he wasn’t sure if he was coming out of this alive. Most likely not. But that did not matter any more.
As Marshal Commander Fox, was ready. Ready for it all, for his own fall.
And so, Fox was there, laying in waiting.
The planning long since completed, the perfect opportunity to hit at hand.
Fox’s target unaware of what was about to happen soon enough.
And so here Fox was, ready as he ever was, with his trusted weapon in his hand, ready to hit the target in one swell swoop.
It was getting late already, the target not on schedule, so it seemed.
Nothing new there, as these things rarely went according to plan. These, assassinations that is.
As that was what this was. A simple and straightforwards assassination. Not an attempt.
No, this was the real thing with no room for failure, no room for any errors.
Fox was hardly breathing, having honed his skills of being a shadow operative to the perfection.
It took even longer than expected for his target to appear. And yet, Fox never wavered, his decision made long ago.
This was his fate.
The target finally arriving. The security detail checking the room. Of course they did. Fox was prepared for that. The gadget Fox had on his arm hiding him from both electronics and spying eye alike.
The detail soon gone, the target ready for his evening ablutions and then, the time was upon. The target getting on his throne. Sitting there, smiling proudly of his daily achievements.
Oh, how predictable!
Fox waited a moment longer, letting the target be lulled into a false sense of security.
Counting backwards from one hundred. Fox, soon reaching… the final number…
“One.” Fox whispered and sprinted out.
“You!” The one and only word uttered by the target.
“Whom else were you expecting?” The remark made out of spite and snark and so much bite.
The vibroknife was slicing the narrow throat, the death occurring immediately. Wide open eyes staring at Fox, the life draining away…
Fox took one last look at the high and mighty Emperor, the once powerful man now lying dead and bleeding on his precious throne.
Wiping his knife clean on the Emperor’s robes, Fox gave the soon rotting corpse one last look before he took his leave.
The escape vessel waiting for Fox on top of the building, just like planned.
Fox, finally free of the yoke of his very keeper. His brethren soon safe enough. And Fox… Well, Fox made an exit, to his new life awaiting.
As of now, all Fox’s debts were paid, in full.