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SUBSPACE POV:
The wind was cold, oh so cold, I could feel my life slipping away as I lay there in the snow, the once perfect pearly white snow, now a deep crimson red due to all the blood that was spilling out from my body, the Stags footprints slowly being covered with the falling snow. I could barely move my body from the pain, I slowly.. slowly... closed my eyes, the pain was unbearable.
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BLACKROCK - Temperature: 42°F
9:34 AM
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Wastedspace paces through the corridors, searching for the right target he was tasked to kill, he managed to get in the building without being detected, but he wasn’t too sure about where the guards could be, Blackrock never gave him that information, he sighed, he didn’t want to make too much of a mess if he does encounter a guard- Oh and speak of the devil he encountered one, the guard was quick to raise their gun at Wastedspace.
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE-!! AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
Wastedspace just stared, like a cat stalking a mouse, he walked closer, the guard flinched and shot at him, but Wastedspace managed to dodge it, turning to the right side, he immediately grabbed the guards gun, making sure they didn’t have time to react, he snatched it away and hit the guard in the head, making them pass out, he didn’t feel like killing anyone, but if he were to encounter the guard again, he would, but knowing how inphernals can be such cowards these days, he didn’t.
He was tasked to kill this particular inphernal, a “trusted” worker in the catalogs, turns out all the guy did was steal files from the catalog and sell it to criminals.. And at times the other nations, for a hefty price, that’s how he could even afford this huge hotel, what a traitor.. Wastedspace wanted to grimace at the thought of somebody betraying Blackrock, but he never could feel anything.
As he slowly made it to the main office of where [TARGET] is, he heard footsteps, more than one, it seems the guards found the one that was passed out, Wastedspace sighed, pulling out a cigarette box and lighting it, before grabbing a flask that was filled with gasoline, he opened it and dropped it on the ground, letting the gasoline flow around, before throwing the cigarette into it.
Flames erupted in the hallway, this made sure the guards wouldn’t be able to reach the [TARGET] in time, especially since they most likely did not have any water and this was the top floor of a tall building. Wastedspace stared at the hallway, before opening the double doors to the main office of where his victim is.
The [TARGET] immediately noticed, their face looked like they were about to sweat it all off, they never expected the same assassin that’s killed off many people to be at their office, they started pressing the emergency button on the bottom of their desk, but it didn’t do anything, Wastedspace already cut the power that went to the main office a long time ago, as if he expected this to happen, he slowly walked closer and closer.
“Do you not have any last words? Nothing? Strange, by now, my targets are pleading for mercy.”
WastedSpace raised his dual guns at his [TARGET] they quickly fell down their chair, crawling away to the window.
“Hey..!! Hey.!! We can talk about this! We can make a deal! I give you most of my money and we’ll never speak of this again, alright..?? Sound good? You can lower your guns..!”
Wastedspace didn’t even show a speck of emotion at the words, he sighed.
“I’d rather not betray my dear nation, it was foolish of you to think you could betray your own motherland, it raised you, and this is how you repay it? Hm. I’ll make this quick.”
The [TARGET] quickly jumped out of the window, thinking they could reach the balconies, but the fool was stupid, they never put any balconies in the hotel, they acted rationally to try and save their lives, but instead, they did WastedSpace’s job for him.
Wastedspace watched as the [TARGET] quickly hit the ground, people immediately running and scouring the place, phones out, recording it all, while some called the ambulance, WastedSpace hated how loud it was, since he could hear it even from all the way up here.
He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, lighting it with his lighter, before looking back, the flames had already destroyed the main office, so he had to get out of there, with a grappling hook, he grappled at the nearest building and escaped in time.
TIME OF DEATH FOR HIS [TARGET], 10:41 AM