Duncan, now fully immersed in his life as Jon Ander, ninja assassin, studied the folder Emel had given him. The target was a wealthy merchant named Berilz, who had been embezzling funds from the organization.
As he delved deeper into the folder, Duncan discovered that Berilz was a cunning and ruthless individual, with a network of loyal allies and bodyguards. The mission would not be an easy one.
Emel appeared beside him, her eyes gleaming with intensity. "Jon Ander, you must be careful. Berilz has many connections, and he will stop at nothing to protect himself."
Duncan nodded, his mind racing with strategies and tactics. He knew that he had to be precise and calculated in his approach, if he was to succeed.
With Emel's guidance, Duncan spent the next few hours gathering intelligence on Berilz's operation. They infiltrated his mansion, gathering information on his security systems and guard patrols.
As the sun began to set, Duncan and Emel retreated to a nearby rooftop, where they could observe Berilz's mansion without being detected.
"Emel, I have a plan," Duncan whispered, his eyes fixed on the mansion. "I'll sneak in through the east wing, avoiding the guards. Once I'm inside, I'll make my way to Berilz's study, where I'll take him out."
Emel nodded, her eyes shining with approval. "That's a good plan, Jon Ander. But remember, Berilz has many tricks up his sleeve. You must be prepared for anything."
Duncan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the mission ahead. He knew that he had to be focused and deadly, if he was to succeed.
With a nod, Duncan set off towards the mansion, his heart pounding with anticipation. He was Jon Ander, ninja assassin, and he would not rest until his target was eliminated.
As he approached the mansion, Duncan could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was ready for this.
With a swift and silent motion, Duncan slipped into the shadows, disappearing into the night. The hunt for Berilz had begun.
Duncan navigated the mansion's corridors with ease, avoiding the guards and security cameras. He moved with a precision and stealth that belied his inexperience.
Finally, he reached Berilz's study, a grandiose room filled with lavish furnishings and expensive artwork. Berilz himself sat behind a massive desk, a smug look on his face.
Duncan's eyes locked onto the target, his heart pounding with excitement. This was it.
With a swift and deadly motion, Duncan drew his blade, striking down Berilz with a silent kill. The merchant's eyes widened in shock as he slumped forward, dead.
Duncan stood over the body, his chest heaving with exertion. He had done it.
But as he turned to leave, Duncan was confronted by a group of Berilz's loyal bodyguards, their eyes blazing with anger and revenge.
Duncan smiled grimly, his blade at the ready. This was far from over.