It was the year 2064. Sat outside a small coffee shop a grey-haired man was sipping on some dark coffee and reading the news on a futuristic tablet.
As he minded his business, a group of 3 moved towards the man. They took a seat at his table.
"Lady gentlemen," Kingsly said while still reading his tablet.
The woman who looked like the boss sat up and started the conversation
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr Kingsly," she said with a smile on her face.
She was about to continue talking when she was interrupted by one of the men.
"Or should we call you grim reaper," he said with a righteous face
Kingsly's eyes went cold as a smile appears on his face. He slowly placed his tablet down still while sipping on his coffee.
"So, who do you work for FBI CIE MI6," Kingsly said with a sceptical look.
They smiled at him.
"you've made many enemies in your line of work and now they decided to settle them," she said
"Hahahaha" Kingsly started to laugh. "So now that I've gotten old, they come to settle their debts"
The 2 men pulled out their guns and placed them on the table.
"Come with us quietly or die, " she said, trying to intimidate him.
They knew very little about Kingsly as he was a legend. He was the most famous yet infamous assassin, with over 7000 confirmed kills, all being high-value targets. To all who knew him, what made him the best wasn't his strength or skill but his IQ making him deadly intelligent.
"Your first mistake was not killing me instantly," Kingsly said while moving his leg upwards
The table went up in the air carrying the guns away from their grasp.
startled by the table the 3 looked towards Kingsly but found coffee flying towards them.
"TTTTSSSSSS"
The sound of molten coffee touching their faces permeated the air.
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In a room full of computers monitoring the operation.
"Lost sight . . . I repeat. lost sight" The Sniper said with a nervous stutter.
A man with a scar on his face looked pissed at this news.
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU LOSE A 68-YEAR-OLD MAN," he said with a face red with anger
Out of rage, the man smashed the closest thing he could get his hands on which happened to be a computer.
"So much for joint operations," he said with a pissed look.
A small man made his way towards the Scarface.
"Sir worse news 2 of the 3 agents have lost their gun they suspect Kingsly has taken them," he said filching away in fear of being attacked.
Scarface looked like he would cough up blood out of anger.
"Put out the word the suspect is armed and highly dangerous" he shouted to everyone in the room
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Kingsly was walking down a back alley unloading a clip from a gun before tossing it in a bin. He stored the gun in his waist and the extra mag in his pocket.
"Hello, their friend I am a bit cold how about I trade you my jacket for your insulated jacket and hat," Kingsly said with a smile on his face.
He walked towards a rugged-looking homeless man and proposed a trade. The homeless man looked up; and saw Kingsly's very nice-looking leather jacket.
Standing up the homeless man knocked over a few empty alcohol bottles.
"Sure, why not," he said slurring his speech
The man stumbled back and struggled to remove his coat. After a while, Kingsly put on his new jacket and hat trying to ignore the smell.
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"Goddam it how hard can it be to find a single old man" Scarface shouted
He was still pissed as he observed the big screens hoping for good news.
Right after the 3 agents failed the police FBI and CIA started to move out and close down the area.
"Sir he has no exit all that's left to do is close the trap," he said trying to calm his boss
He was about to make the small man hurt when his phone started to ring. He saw who was calling and quickly answered his phone.
"Hannibal you better explain to me why Kingsly is not dead yet," the man said with an irritated voice.
Scarface had a scared look on his face.
"Sorry Mr president the joint operation has made things more complicated," he said trying to phob the blame onto overs.
"GULP"
"If he escaped, I will hold you personally responsible," the president said with conviction.
After finishing his sentence, the president hung up.
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Kingsly slowly made his way methodically through the back alleys making sure not to be spotted. He made it almost 6 streets away when he noticed the blockade, they set up to trap him.
He knew it wouldn't be long until they found him, he had an hour at most.
"vooooshhhh"
A helicopter came flying over above. This had gone from bad to worse now he only had around 30 minutes till they find him.
Kingsly "well if I'm going to die, I may as well go out on my terms"
He removed the coat and pulled out a cigar from his shirt pocket.
"shink"
He flicked open a lighter and lit his cigar. After taking a few puffs he undid his tie and unbuttoned his collar button.
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On the outside of the barricade, an army of swat was readying their gear.
"They tell you who we are dealing with?" Swat 1 said
"Not only gave me a photo and said he is armed and dangerous," Swat 3 said
"I heard he is the grim reaper," Swat 2 said
Everyone looked at him with disbelief.
"You're kidding right," Swat 1 said with a scared look.
"You can't mean, THE grim reaper, right?" Swat 3 said with a sceptical look.
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Kingsly took a seat in one of the alleyways while finishing his cigar.
"oooowwww" With the last puff, he tossed the cigar aside.
He inspected the gun and the 2 clips he had on hand.
"Mother always said don't leave home without a knife," Kingsly said with an evil smile while grabbing a knife out of his boot.
Right now, he had 18 bullets and a knife giving him a hard time thinking how to take on the swat.
"Hands in the air" 4 swat officers said as they made their way into the alley
Looking up he could see 4 guns pointed at him.
"Evening fellas," Kingsly said with a confident smile.
His greeting took them off guard and with that split second of confusion Kingsly kicked a big bin at them.
"BANG" "BANG" "BANG" "BANG"
They all started shooting at Kingsly who had dogged behind the big bin.
Swat 1 "we get him?"
Swat 4 "of course we did!"
He made his way confidently over towards the bin.
Kingsly was face down on the ground with 3 blood marks on his back.
Swat 4 "see he is dead!"
Looking back towards the rest with a smug look on his face.
"SLASH"
In front of their eyes, Swat 4's neck split open with blood oozing out onto the floor.
They went to raise their weapons, but they were too late.
"BANG" "BANG" "BANG"
3 shots 3 holes 3 bodies dropped to the floor.
Now he only had a few seconds as the commotion will attract more people.
"You won't be needing this" He stripped one of the swats of his bulletproof vest and automatic gun.
He stepped out onto the sidewalk and looked around in confusion no cops no swat no nothing.
Spotting movement he looked towards a girl running at him wearing a red dress and brown hair.
Girl "please mister help me I don't know what's going on I heard gunshots"
Kingsly let down his guard. WHAT? He never let down his guard not once for the last 27 years. But it was too late.
"stab"
Looking down he found a karambit in his side stabbing straight into his liver.
"Not bad red fox but a low blow using the memory of my dead daughter to lower my guard," Kingsly said while staring daggers at the girl.
The girl had taken off a blond wig revealing crimson red hair.
"Sorry, but it was the only way," she said with a smug look.
He tried to raise his gun, but his arm wouldn't Lisen to him.
"Poisons not your speciality," Kingsly asked with a bit of confusion.
The girl pointed behind him.
"I'm not the only one here for revenge," she said.
Looking he found multiple faces he recognised.
Purple scorpion poisons master.
Green hawk expert sniper.
Black bear heavy weapon specialist.
Yellow rhino explosive expert.
His knees gave out due to the poison. His conciseness started to fade.