The Assassin
The rain fell started to fall hard on his wet nose, forcing him to take cover under the leafless tree which stood opposite to his victim’s house. He was never left to snooze although it was the middle of the night as the falling of the rain and the rushing of the wind caused him to stay up awake. Though he had never been sleepy during any of his missions and even now he wouldn’t do anything to ruin his record. His eyes reflected the light of the pale moonlight which was blocked in every minute by the wet moving clouds. From time to time he kept looking from left to right waiting for the second when his victim will arrive. He set up his long range shotgun towards the window and pressed the trigger...