Three men lay still on the ground, clad in black military clothing from head to toe, a tactical vest with pouches and pockets adorned their chest. They all had a knife hanging by their belt and a pistol placed snugly in its holster. Their eyes were closed and their breathing quite even. They were lying outside a small, shabby cabin, surrounded by a grassy plane a couple of meters away from the nearest trees. The small cabin looked like it had seen better days, with weathered wood and chipped paint, it gave quite the eerie feeling in the middle of the night.
As the wind softly blew over their faces, one of the men, lying closest to the door, began raising himself up from the ground seemingly awoken by the light breeze brushing past them. Standing upright and looking rather groggy he slowly took in his surroundings. Remembering why he was standing outside the cabin he couldn't help but feel apprehensive of what had occurred. Replaying how the energy invaded his body, he began patting and looking at himself agitatedly. Realizing that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with himself he took note of the sudden burst in energy he felt, as if all his muscles were raring to go and wanting him to utilize it to its maximal potential.
"How strange.." he muttered to himself while looking down on his hands, he could swear his eyesight had improved, allowing him to see better in the dark. Just as he was to dwell further into this new sensation he heard a small tearing coming from inside the cabin. Realizing the situation yet again, he understood that something might've happened inside the cabin, Marco and Chris must've fainted just as they had, and one of them had just woken up. Considering hearing the sound of something tearing, Mike made a quick guess to who it could be.
With a smooth and practiced motion, Mike pulled his pistol free from the leather holster, the metal glinting despite the small cabin casting its shadow from the moonlight. Feeling his body still overflowing with energy and his trusted weapon in his right hand he felt himself fill up with confidence of meeting whatever was happening beyond the cabin door. He rushed forward utilizing all the pent up energy he had felt earlier, bringing his right foot crashing towards the wooden worn-down door. He felt the hinges groan in protest as the door flew open, revealing a barely functioning wooden chair with a naked Chris crouching over Marcos' right side in the back with a knife in his hands just a couple of centimeters away from Marcos' chest, seemingly aimed directly to his heart.
As the blade was already reaching down towards Marcos' heart there was no changing its trajectory at the sudden interruption, however the person lying down with his back against the cold floor and his body lying vertically towards the door suddenly jolted his eyes open by the sudden commotion. By pure instinct he nudged his body upwards allowing the blade to pierce just underneath his heart. Realizing he had missed the heart, Chris cursed in his mind and quickly drew the knife back out of the wound and was about strike again, when he heard a gun cocking. Understanding he had missed his chance he jumped to his left side just as he heard the loud gunshot piercing through the wooden chair that was blocking Mikes' view to the situation and hitting where Chris' head had just been.
Knowing he was at a disadvantage with only his dagger, he threw the blade forward with all his might. The blade cut through the air with incredible speed, propelled by the full force of Chris' arm. As the dagger hurtled through the air, Chris watched its trajectory with intense focus. And then, with a sickening thud, the dagger struck its mark, burying itself deep in Mikes' forehead.
Knowing he had no time to waste Chris used all his newfound strength and burst toward Mikes' corpse only a couple of meters ahead of him. Quickly reaching his destination he pulled out the pistol from Mikes' hands, pivoting around with his gun raised along his vision. Just as he had turned around he saw Marcos' crouched and hurt body hurling itself through the back window, breaking it as he went through with a grunt of pain. Releasing a shot that barely missed Marcos' back, he was about to take off after him, but the sudden noise of two people drawing their gun from their holster brought his attention. Swiftly taking refuge to his left, he felt two shots close to piercing his body, one making a small cut on his left arm while the other barely missing his left ear.
Standing with his back against the wall with the empty door frame on his right Chris racked his brain on how to get out this situation. Having been in a lot of tight situations throughout his career as a hitman he brain stormed different scenarios where he had the highest chance of succeeding. Following Marco through the back window and making a run for it while also catching his former comrade was certainly tempting, but he knew making that sprint through the small room would allow them a perfect line of sight. 'Ugh.. think, you idiot, think,' he thought to himself.
"There's no place to run, Chris! You might as well give up, and we'll make it quick." One of the men now standing closest to the broken down frame spoke in a loud voice trying to mask the tension he felt through his whole body. He had positioned himself in an angle to the right of the door frame trying to pry through the position they had seen Chris jump to. He had given up vision of Mikes' body, still barely seeing the top of his head, and the back window. The other man dressed in similar military clothing had taken up that position giving Chris no room to move without being seen. Braising themselves to act as soon as they saw any movement they waited patiently while the seconds were running down and the tension ever-growing.
Just as the man was yet again about to speak some sense into Chris, he suddenly saw what he believed to be the shadow of Chris moving, having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity he shot three quick bullets, one of them hitting the door frame allowing splinters to burst from the wood, while the other two seemed to have gone through the small dark room. Seeing Mikes' head give a small nudge he lowered his gun believing Chris' body hit it as he fell from one of his bullets. As he lowered his gun he looked towards his colleague only to hear another shot coming from the cabin, turning his head to the sound the last thing he saw was to azure eyes staring coldly back at him as he felt himself falling backwards.
"Fuck! Stop hiding in there would you!" yelped the last man clearly feeling panicked and afraid of whom he knew had the upper hand now. How could he measure up against one of the most talented assassins. Having gone through Vegas' training program, coupled with having previous military experience, they all believed themselves well equipped for what they considered to be an easy mission.
"Just travel 4 kilometers south from the outskirts of Bristol at around 10pm, take Wells road and you should see someone waiting for you, he'll help you out, should be pretty easy as you're just gonna pick someone up. Y'all cant mess it up," now remembering the instructions their boss had told them it was difficult not to feel a bit of resentment towards the 'smug bastard'.
To top it all of he'd just seen how meticulous Chris had tricked his companion. When he first heard the guns shots from his colleague he thought Chris had lost patience and did something stupid. However just as the bullets were shot he saw a blade flying towards Mikes' corpse giving it a nudge as it struck in to its' flesh. He couldn't comprehend Chris' purpose until he felt his companions gaze and hearing another shot coming from inside the cabin. As realization dawned upon him, dread was brought with, and he understood he stood no chance against this man.
Feeling as if he was completely helpless, he decided to throw all caution to the wind. Though he knew it was a long shot, he didn't want to die like a helpless person caught in someones web. With a ferocious determination he charged forward building up momentum, and just as he was about to reach inside he jumped straight through the empty doorway, twisting midair so he could have a clear shot to his left, he held his gun slightly tilted upwards in the hope of him standing, precisely where he remembered seeing Chris slide to when they first shot at him.
Just as the man crossed the doorway, he could see Chris lying on the ground, with his back facing upwards and the front of his body resting on the cold wooden floor, his gun pointed directly at him. Recognizing his poorly guessed aim, he quickly twisted the guns' direction to where he could see the two shiny blue eyes.
Hearing a quick succession of gunshots, it was hard to tell whom of the two had come out victorious. As seconds past by there was nothing but silence in the area, except for the occasional rushing of wind in the trees. After a couple of more minutes a figure could be seen stepping out of the cabin. As the moon angled itself just right, its light hit the naked man perfectly showcasing his white pale skin, chiseled body and icy-blue eyes. Blood was dripping down his upper body owing to the bullet wound on his left collarbone. Despite his wound, he stood upright, appearing unfazed by his less-than-ideal state, with only resoluteness in his gaze.
'Time to hunt'.