Trigger

On a dark evening at midnight. Numerous vans and cars lead to the front door of the abandoned building. Hostage of females, and some are teens, taking all inside, whimpering and afraid of the situation they are in. With their hands tied in the back, black masks cover their eyes, and a piece of cloth is in their mouth.

"Poner todos los cautivos dentro!" I looked through the scope and saw the man in black wearing a mask pushing the hostages out into the track. This must be Luca.

"apresúrate!" he said.

"This is T; I have a target," I said.

"All right, T. Now in the position." Trace voices boomed in the line while my eyes fixed on the man. Monroid men scattered all over the place, and it was hard for us to move. "Danes gave me an insight there."

"The Monroid man was outside in the building. cornering both buildings where I and T are located. I think it will be harder for us to kill the right hand. There are too many. If T triggers his bullet, the man will be alerted, and the hostage may be more in danger."

"There is no other way to end this; just stay in the plan and do what I say. T will do the rest; get me."

"Let's not stick to the plan; maybe we could change it," I said while studying the whole area and watching their movement.

"There is no time," he said with a firm voice. I pushed away and got my silencer out of the bag and put it in my sniper.

"We can finish this with no rush; just trust me on this. If I fail in this, then I face the consequences." Trace sighed on the line.

"How will you do it then?"

"Listen. I'll have my silencer here; great thing I got it. We can take advantage of this, and we could do our job carefully." I said and licked my lower lip while trying to zoom in on the scope so I could see them properly. "But the first thing I want you to do is, Dane, when I tell you to run, run, and get in the building, then let the guys scatter secretly in the building while they haunt Monroid Man," I said in a low voice. I saw a man going up to the second floor, so I took this chance and from the broken window I counted his steps, and at six, I released the trigger of the gun and it struck his head. The man in black with a tattoo on his forehead died on the spot, his body fell, and the blood that came from his head spread from where he was lying. I tilted my head and sighed. "And Dane, do what you want to do there, and I'll kill those who try to meddle in your way," I said, hitting the other man's head on the same floor as the man.

"Got it!" He said.

"I hate that you're trying to get in my way, T. But I don't have a choice." I smiled.

"Good thing I'm awesome, right?" I said and chuckled softly.

"If this fails, I will kill you myself." He threatened me, but not enough to scare me. I chuckled.

"If it's successful, you need to give me a two-month break," I said challengingly. There was a moment of silence on the other line before I heard Trace take a deep breath. I know he hates it when I do this, but damn, I want a break, and he doesn't have a choice right now, so I need to take advantage of the situation.

"No, one month." I raised a brow.

"Then I'm not giving you satisfaction." You win, or you lose? You bet?" I said. Trace groans.

"Fucking asshole. "Just get that done, and let me put a bullet in your fucking arms one more time." I already imagine Trace's face pissed and veins in his arms.

"Copy that trace. One hit is equivalent to a three-month break." I heard him scoff, not buying what I said.

"Fucker." I smirked, and on cue, I let Dane run and get inside the building. I watched Dane as he fought the other man, and I hit the other man's head who was trying to kill him in the back. I looked at my watch, and it should be done in twenty minutes. There were fifteen minutes left before the other minions followed.

How much will you know of life and death after you? Blood after blood Death after death There were no people who could avoid it. I'm madness, a killer of the field, and a beast who hunts his prey. I already know their movements, how they attack, and how I will measure the bullet that's going to strike their head.

I whistled as I watched Dane get a stab in the stomach, and he winced. He stopped and put his finger to his head, meaning he got it and I shouldn't interfere. The man with the same build as Dwayne Johnson suddenly hit his chest, and Dane fell on his knee. I was silently watching them, and as I got alerted as fast as lightning, I moved my gun and focused it on the man running closer to Dane. I shoot his head, and blood comes out of it. I looked back to Dane, who was coughing, and the man slowly stepped closer to him and got his gun on the back. He stopped meters away from Dane and aimed it at his forehead. Dane tried to get up, but he didn't give him any chance and pushed his boots on Dane's chest.

"Just say the magic word, Dane. Don't act too prideful." I'm so focused on Dane that I didn't notice that there was a demon behind me.

"Hands down. Stay away from the gun or I'll kill you and your friend." His accent is so cheap and salty to my ears. I held up my hand and gritted my teeth. "Face me," he commanded. I rolled my eyes before I turned to him, giving him a bored look. I lifted my two eyebrows at him and smirked. What do we have here?

"What?" he asked. He's acting like a dangerous person, but to me, he looks horrible. With the yellowish teeth that look like he hasn't brushed in decades and a tattoo on his upper arm saying "I'm strong!" Well, I guess he is. He has so many different tattoos on his forehead, his bulkhead, up to his eyes.

"Who do you work for?" He asked while pointing the gun at me.

"I don't know. Guess it." He punched me hard and left blood on my lips. Damn, fucker. What a waste of time. If I didn't get a chance to save Dane I will haunt him to death. I spit, and the color of red stains of blood appeared. I looked at him with a blank expression on my face. His forehead creased.

"Fucking bastard!" As soon as he tried to pull the trigger. I reached from behind my gun and shot him in the chest. He looked at me stunned and disbelieving. I hold his gun and throw it away. He looked down at his chest and touched it with his hand. I stood up while he stepped backward until he fell.

"Sorry. I pressed the trigger. I thought you were some kind of stupid cockroach." I said that and got closer to him, watching as he caught his breath. I knelt down and lightly slapped his cheek. "You know I hate someone like you, don't you?" I raised a brow. "You're some kind of pain in this world that needs to vanish, and I know you're tired and you want to get some rest, so don't worry because you will never wake up again. This will be your permanent death." I smirked and winked at him. "I guess, rest in hell." I got up on my knees with both hands in my pocket and watched as his eyes followed me. "Tell Satan I said hi," I said, and shot him in the head. With that, the bastard died exactly at two p.m. I shook my head and continued my work again, and at the time before the man let go of the trigger, I preceded him.

"Calm down, fucker. I got you." I said. He let out a loud breath and laughed softly.

"Fuctard," he said with a hint of relief and thankfulness in his voice.

"You're welcome, yeah?" I said and lowly chuckled.