Mark had just woken up. It was a usual day. He always had a job. His target always the same. Some one who messed up big. Today he had woken up really late by his standards. "uhhhhhhh......." Mark said as he moved up from his bed at a bolt . Yawning he got up tired. Moving out of his room he walked to his normal room. The room he planned the room he was tired of. The room that nagged at him every day. Grabbing the same old black bags Mark put a small one and a long large one on the exact table he always did. Mark was sick of this life. This probably would be his last mission for the U.S or any other state. He had more money a average 14 year old should have in a bank. As Mark grabbed his long encrusted BA swords he stuck them in his bag and gathered his trademark pistols. Grabbing the last uniform in his closet he noted to himself gotta do laundry and sowing. As Mark changed himself from his under shirt and boxers he grabbed the bag and the message at the front door. This time the message was on a computer so Mark opened it. As he opened his fridge he took a coke and closed it up again. As he dropped into a hi chair he turned the computer on and listened to the message. For the first time he saw his exact employer. " Hello Mark my name is Drake. I have been giving you messages to you for a long time.I realize this is your last mission. and i'm sorry to hear this. Good bye . For your last mission is to neutralize Cassie Strong . A young lady . " As Mark looked at the image he only had sympathy. " End Transmision target in lower Orlando." As Mark took off the computer blew up self distructing. "I've been taking stuff from a bald guy." Mark smirked as he moved out .
As Mark reached Orlando he straped all of his weapons on. He had parked in a endway. Seeing a emergency ladder he moved up it. Now he had a view of the bottom. Jumping across building to building he watched as these people walked to work or to a hotel. Mark loved how much you learned from how people looked. His target was nowhere standing on a small pirch he looked around for his target. He had found her. Moving towards her he unstraped his pistols. Firing 3 rounds at her. He jumped 20 feet across to another building across from this walkway and fired 3 more rounds. The ringing in his ears gave off a alert system. Now people were runnning and jumping and trying to break away from the scene.
As he thought that his target had noticed him Mark took off south jumping over building over building. As he saw the chaos. Of people screaming thinking they were shot Mark straped his pistols and dropped into a crowd right beside the building he was on. She can't find me Mark thought as he moved into a abandon building. He knew this building by the back of his head. It was 30 stories high. As Mark walked up the stairs he stoped on the third floor........
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