"Are you crazy? How did you get in here, you fuckers?" a rotund man bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing through the otherwise silent office. His dark skin glistened with sweat, and his fatty cheeks jiggled as he trembled in anger and fear. Dressed neatly in a dark-spotted suit, he looked more like a cornered prey than the owner of a billion-dollar company.
Before him stood two young men, one slightly taller than the other. The taller one was me. My long, silvery-white hair caught the faint light of the room, giving me an almost ethereal appearance—some might even call it handsome, though looks had never been my focus.
"My name is Zhen Dokus," I introduced myself in my mind, though speaking aloud wasn't necessary. "And the guy next to me? That's my older brother, Clen Dokus. We're assassins, and, frankly, we're damn good at what we do."
The man before us, Mokel Aleon, owned a corporation so lucrative it pumped millions, if not billions, into his accounts yearly. But to us, he was nothing more than a target—a dummy. We called him that because of his brainless arrogance, a trait that had likely brought him to this moment.
His so-called security? A joke. The building was practically a ghost town, with only a handful of hired goons guarding the place. They didn't last long against us. If anything, the eerie emptiness of the office had me on edge, like we were walking into a trap.
"You shut up, you dummy!" Clen snapped, his voice slicing through the tension like a blade. Without hesitation, he pulled out his gun and aimed it squarely at Mokel.
The transformation was immediate. Mokel's bravado crumbled, replaced by sheer terror. "P-please..." he stammered, tears streaming down his cheeks in thick, salty trails.
"Shut your damn mouth!" Clen barked, his face twisted in frustration.
I stood by, silently observing the scene. This wasn't how we operated. The plan had been simple: break in, take out the target, and leave without a trace. Yet, here we were, wasting time. I hated lingering near our targets—it always left a sour taste in my mouth. The longer we stayed, the more likely something could go wrong.
Clen stepped closer to Mokel, who recoiled like a beaten dog. "Your goons are dead, so it's just you and us now," Clen sneered. Mokel swallowed hard, visibly trembling.
What was Clen doing? Communicating with the target went against our protocol. I didn't like this one bit, but it wasn't my place to interfere. He had brought me along for support, yet this was clearly his game, and I hated it.
"I'll give you whatever you want," Mokel babbled, desperation dripping from his voice. "Anything! Just let me live!"
"Shut up, you spineless freak!" Clen roared, pressing the gun harder against Mokel's temple. "Now, tell me where the safe is!"
Mokel hesitated, his lips trembling as if words refused to form. That's when Clen lost patience. With a sickening thwack, he struck Mokel across the head with the butt of his gun. Blood trickled down Mokel's face as he clutched his wound, whimpering like a child.
"It's on the wall—behind the painting," Mokel choked out.
My heartbeat quickened as I watched Mokel stagger to the wall. He pressed his trembling fingers against it, and a metallic panel slid open, revealing a small keypad. He typed in a code, and with a soft click, a hidden safe emerged.
Clen's eyes lit up with greed as he muttered under his breath, "My eight hundred thousand dollars."
So, this was why Clen had insisted on taking this job. It wasn't about the kill—it was about the money.
"Password," Clen demanded coldly, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Promise me you'll let me live," Mokel begged.
"Password!" Clen thundered, his finger twitching against the trigger.
"4-8-5-h-o-u-s-e," Mokel whispered, his voice barely audible.
Something felt off. The password was too simple, and Mokel had given it up far too easily. My gut told me this was a trap, but Clen, blinded by his greed, didn't care.
"Clen, don't do it!" I warned, but it was too late. Clen entered the code, and the safe popped open without incident. Inside was a neat stack of cash—fresh, crisp bills that practically radiated wealth.
"I'm eight hundred thousand dollars richer!" Clen exclaimed, his grin widening.
"Let's go, Clen," I urged, wanting nothing more than to get out of this mess.
"Not yet," he replied, cocking his gun and pointing it at Mokel.
"You bastard! I gave you the money!" Mokel screamed in desperation.
"And now I do my job," Clen replied, his tone icy.
"Please, I—"
Bang!
The gunshot echoed through the room, and Mokel's lifeless body hit the floor with a heavy thud.
"Come on, let's move," Clen said, finally closing the safe and heading for the door.
As we made our way down the hallway, the bodies of Mokel's guards littered the floor. I kept my gun ready, my senses on high alert.
Then we heard it—footsteps, heavy and fast, coming up the stairs.
"Cops," Clen hissed, peeking around the corner.
"Damn it," I muttered. This was Clen's mess, but as always, it fell on me to clean it up.
We retreated to Mokel's office and locked the door behind us. My mind raced as I scanned the room for an escape route. Then I saw it—a flat-roofed building adjacent to the skyscraper. It was risky, but it was our only option.
"Let's go," I said, swinging myself out the window.
The jump was longer than I expected, and the roof caved slightly beneath my weight, but I landed in one piece. Clen followed, but the sound of gunshots erupted as two cops tried to follow us.
Bang! Bang!
Clen took them out without hesitation. Their bodies hit the ground below with sickening splashes.
"Let's wrap this up," Clen muttered, pulling out a small bomb.
"Are you insane?" I snapped.
"Just tying up loose ends," he replied with a smirk.
The bomb detonated moments after we leapt to another building, the explosion shaking the city. Injured but alive, we made our way to the street, where my AI-powered car awaited us.
As we sped away, sirens blared in the distance. We were safe for now, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over. Something about tonight felt wrong, and I had a sinking feeling that Clen's greed would lead us into even deeper trouble.
For now, though, we were alive. And that was all that mattered.