Assassin essay_____________________
At the crack of dawn he awoke to the cold chill of mornings first light and then he prepared for his usual day at work, in taking an ice cold shower and eating a bowl of Weetabix. After putting on his black sweater and jeans he set off. He walked briskly towards the door and then in one sudden burst of energy he opened the door an entered. The phone rang; he lifted the receiver carefully and then answered in one simple cold word. As he replaced the rustic phone he rose from the chair and slowly wondered over to the bookcase where He pulled a book on the bookshelf and the wall retracted and in its place was now a dark pine shelf of equipment. He turned with a large brown bag in his hand and walked over to the garage door. He entered the garage to gaze upon his pride and joy a blue Astin Martin vanquish...
At speed he drove out of the lane and down the highway to his destination. Listening to the beetles calmed as he stayed completely focused on the road and the end of trip. He hid the car at the edge of a forest his headlights illuminating his surroundings. He stopped and took in his surroundings. Before anyone could lay there eyes on the face of the man he had gone sweeping and skulking past all aspects of the wood. He did not stop for anything not even though sounds of birds and animals. Eventually he stopped, he stopped directly in front of a Norwegian tree with needles so thickly spread you could not see through to the trunk. He clambered through the maze like texture of the sharp needles to the heart. It was almost hollow inside the thick layers of nature. He continued up into the tree where there was a ladder now waiting for his approach. He climbed to the top wich was no easy task, now at the top he was standing on top of a wooden platform conveniently placed overlooking a twenty-first century set of Huff houses designed by a German company. The whole house was of glass.
