THE ASSASSIN The huge modern edifice leered down taunting the lesser buildings. The wind howled by as if in

THE ASSASSIN

The huge modern edifice leered down taunting the lesser buildings. The wind howled by as if in agonizing pain. The great spotlight on top of the Bateson building penetrated the unforgiving black night. The rows and rows of slippery Washington elm tress swayed to and fro as the wind picked up. Electric white icicles drooped depressingly of the edge of the hard cold perimeter walls. The immeasurable steel gate bowed down to the oncoming security guards. The building was an impenetrable fortress no one went in without going through a series of harsh and costly precautions of course there was the one exception

Mr. Bateson the company chairman and criminal mastermind his influence spread from Tokyo to Honolulu. He was a known criminal and everyone was after him from rival criminals to the F.B.I

A week before:

A man was parked in a seedy, dingy part of London. The night sky stared down and the wind wailed past. The man got out of the transit and walked down the empty street. He turned one corner then another and another. Eventually the man came to his destination a backstreet leading on to leather market road .The man stopped and leant against the dilapidated wall took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it with a match. The man started nervously tapping his foot on the floor. The moon rose overhead it was 3 o’clock in the morning the man waited until 3:10 ‘Finally’ the man thought ‘He will be here any minute’. Suddenly a man came out of the chilling darkness baring a knife. He wore a balaclava over his face to conceal his identity. He walked right up to the petrified man. ‘Gimmie your money NOW’ the man staggered but sharply pulled out his wallet and warily handed it to the thief ‘and that watch’ said the thief. ‘Ermmm’ stammered the man. Without warning the thief forcefully slumped forward onto the man .He was dead. In the thief’s place stood a tall mysterious man brandishing a colt’45 gold cap with silencer ‘I take it your Paul?’ questioned the assassin ‘ermm yes’ faltered the man ‘yes its Paul. Paul Hancock’. ‘Ok’ continued the unidentified man ‘by the way you won’t be charged for this little incident here, speaking of charges its £20,000 for a man and £40,000 for women or children. ‘It’s a man’ interrupted Paul ‘he’s called Alex, Alex Bateson’ ‘here’s £1000’ Paul handed the assassin a bundle of money. ‘Ill has £10,000 put into your bank tomorrow and the rest of the money delivered by courier when I know the job has been successfully carried out. I hope never to speak to you again’ and with that Paul Hancock turned and began the long walk to his van. He turned around before crossing the street, the assassin had vanished .Paul Hancock carried on into the the night and eventually he to vanished.

The sky was as dark as ever. A brief rustle was heard from behind the tall oak tree behind the perimeter wall. The silent assassin crept out of the darkness as quiet as a mouse; he leapt up the tree like a cat and sprung over the wall like it wasn’t even there.

The security guards were on high alert Mr. Bateson was returning from his long vacation from Australia. The ...

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The security guards were on high alert Mr. Bateson was returning from his long vacation from Australia. The assassin was very well informed he knew when mr.bateson would arrive, he crept down and rushed behind the nearest tree he was about 200 meters from the Bateson building this was the first target to get to the Bateson building. The assassin fired a silent chaff Grenade which scrambles all the electrical equipment within a 300 meter radius. The CCTV Cameras slumped and died. And the walkie talkies of the security guards spluttered then became silent. The assassin saw his opportunity and sprinted to the next tree and dived into the bushes silence once again. The assassin cowered back to the wall on pressed his back onto the ivy thickened brick. He was wearing a black jumpsuit. He then bulleted down the side he got there just

As the chaff began to disintegrate. The assassin was concealed again. A lone guard was in the way of the assassins’ route he had to be eliminated the assassin ripped out his 7 inch survival knife in anticipation, the assassin crouched low to the ground and began stalking his prey. 6 meters away now……….5 meters away……….4 meters away…………… 2 meters away. The assassin slowly rose clutching the knife. Without warning the guard turned. Reacting from years of combat training the assassin grabbed the guards arm span around 180 degrees and pulled with ferocity. ‘CRACK’. The guards arm had broke in 3 places and the ulna had pocked out piercing the skin just below the elbow. The assassin seizing his advantage plunged the knife deep into the enemies chest, blood spurted everywhere and just as the guard was about to shout for help the assassin slashed at his throat ripping out his voice box and cleaving the juggler in half. All was heard was a quiet whimper.

The assassin grabbed the guard’s unbroken arm and threw him into a rock splintering his skull in half blood spurted out staining the grass crimson. Then he proceeded to kick mud and dirt over the blood stained green grass. Making sure every angle was covered and the corpse was fully hidden .He suddenly broke into a run still silent as if he was floating above the grass; finally he reached the Bateson building. He grabbed the long silver gutter and began climbing using the brackets as foot holes. The assassin was trying to remain inconspicuous while he was passing windows and looking down at the 100’s of security guards he began to wonder how easy it was getting here. He finally got to a ledge. He stopped to catch his breath. Then he carried on pushing himself as hard as his body would let him, he had to be fast.

The roof taunted down at the assassin but eventually the assassin found a strong foot hole and gripped the edge and pulled himself up. No time for rest now, even though the lazy technicians hadn’t bothered to set up security measures on the roof. The assassin pulled a long black package tied to his leg removing the ties. It was a modified prototype parker hale model 98 fitted with a tactical scope capable of spotting a target more than a mile away.

If the assassin had made his calculations right after hours and hours of vigorous surveillance then the chairman (Mr. Bateson) should arrive within the next 3 minutes. The assassin got to work on fitting together the sniper rifle; it took him exactly a minute as he used to be a sharpshooter in the US. Navy S.E.A.L’s

30 seconds later a Bentley continental pulled up outside the gate the chauffer flashed a piercing glance at the guard and he opened it with out a second look the Bentley speeded down the drive over the granite it stopped just outside the entrance path. The chauffer got out and opened the back door of the Bentley not daring to look at his employer.

The assassin focused his sight he was undecided head shot? Or chest? Mr. Bateson got out of the car; he was a handsome fair haired man with broad shoulders and a powerful face. The assassin made his decision and took it. A 3 inch silver coated bullet blasted out of the gun and was immediately hushed by the silencer. The bullet sailed down and plunged into mr.Batesons forehead. Mr. Bateson reeled back and collapsed on the floor instant death just the way the assassin liked it. The assassin had already got up and was sprinting to the other side of the roof he got there and threw himself of the edge grabbing the topmost branch of a Washington elm he swooped down and landed with a loud Thud. The assassin looked up and saw another guard in his way. He couldn’t stop and waste time with a silent kill, he just charged in like a rhino he raised his elbow and delivered a forearm smash to the guard’s nose. It went straight up inside his face and in to his brain he was dead. The assassin didn’t have the time to hide the body he just ran on.

The alarm hooters were where blaring out deafening anyone with in a 3 mile radius the assassin was trying to keep his cool he whipped his sig Sauer out of its hostler and turned the first corner leaping onto a dead tree stump and diving over the perimeter wall. Shots began to fire in the assassin’s direction. A guard on a quad bike pulled up next to the assassin. He was down before he had time to draw his gun, the assassin jumped on the quad bike and revved the throttle, and he shot off the top off a hill and landed easily. Cars fired out of the drive way 10 jaguar xk’s .The assassin turned and drove in to a dark mysterious wood. He was aiming to get the marina to his boat which was about a mile away. He revved the throttle and speeded down a large embankment and made a sharp turn. The cars didn’t seem to be following anymore. The assassin relaxed on the throttle and slowed to about 40 mph the woods cleared and the sea breeze hit the assassin the strong smell of salt wafted around.

The assassin sprung off the quad bike and ran to the boat. The sound of helicopter blades surrounded the marina. The assassin was sprinting to the cover off the boat. A shot was fired and the assassin crumpled. But he had to go on he picked himself up his lower back screaming out with agony he limped to the pier and collapsed. He lifted himself up with sheer determination and will-power he heaved his right arm forward then his left tearing at the wooden planked deck. Another shot was fired and the assassin slammed into the pier. Blood began to pour from the assassin. He was gasping for breath. His mouth was Spluttering with blood he lifted himself up again and began to crawl he got to the foot of his boat grabbed the edge heaved himself up. But suddenly a final shot was fired the assassin slumped down again his back against the wooden deck. The sea began to turn to crimson the assassin knew he was dying he grabbed a grenade from his pocket. The cars pulled up and swarmed around the dieing killer. They pulled their guns out ready to end his live.

With his last once of strength the assassin pulled the pin out silently. And waited for the inevitable.

The explosion was huge it ripped the pier up blasted the guards out to sea and obliterated them into tiny pieces legs and arms flew everywhere. It started to rain water and blood .Mr. Bateson had been killed but so had the assassin

Two weeks later £19,000 was delivered to a Mr. Arron Bywater he would never receive this money and neither would his family. He had died doing what he loved. There was no funeral and no grievances because the;

Assassin had been assassinated

By:

Barry Thompson 10f

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