Prologue (1/2)

In An "Abandoned" Military Complex in SouthEast Iraq

A dark figure dashed through the hallway, the pitch black shape akin to a shadow as it approched the dusty grey metal door at the end of the corridor. It was impossible discern anything from the fast moving figure as the person was garbed entirely in black and moving at a speed that could easily break world records. Unless one could not only stop the speeding shadow from moving, but also remove his clothes, they would be unable to collect any information about him.

The assassin, James Creed, skid to a stop by the door, not a single sound could be heard as he carefully pulled it open, just enough to peek his head through. After making sure the coast was clear, the young male assassin began to dash once again, running through the room with inhuman agility and silence.

The military complex was a vast and intricate maze, where one could easily get lost if they weren't used to the place. However, James had scouted out the place weeks in advance after hearing that his target was heading to this location.

He had studied as much as he could, reviewing blueprints of the place, guard rotations, everything that his informant had given to him. As long as he followed the now internal map from his photographic memory, the mission he was sent on would be over without too much difficulty.

The target in question was an American scientist by the name of Victor Kimon. Normally James didn't kill unless money was involved as he had to keep himself fed. However, Kimon was a different story altogether, as he was the reason that his master, Hunter Creed, was brutally murdered in his own home.

Though the professional assassin was aware of the many enemies he made in his line of work, he always found a way to overcome any situation. However, neither of them could have expected that a small faction of soldiers, a few dozen trained and heavily armed men, would surround their secluded home hidden in the woods.

The only reason James had survived was because Master had pushed him into a small hidden room located within the house, a room only big enough for one person. The last sound James heard that day was the sound of a single shot ringing throughout the house. It was this sound that plagued him throughout his years, and it was this cmvery sound that kept motivating him to seek vengeance for his master.

After that day, James began his revenge against the men responsible for Hunter's murder. Over the course of 5 years, James silently and stealthily killed every single living creature that had had anything to do with his Master's untimely demise. He took his time, making sure everything was going to plan, only feeling weight lifted off of his shoulders when he finally managed to kill them.

It was only after he finished off the last soldier that he turned towards finding the one true instigator of the whole ordeal, Amercian scientist Victor Kimon. He had been the one to request to the special forces that Hinter Creed would be a potential threat to his plans. So, in order to make sure that everything went smoothly with whatever operation they had been planning, the head of special forces mobilized his best soldiers to eliminate Hubter Creed.

James skidded to a stop behind a stone pillar, his mind flashing back to reality as he snuck a glance around it, attentping to see what was happening.

Across the wide expanse of room he had just entered was a computer with numerous screens smattered along the wall, taking up a wholse section. On the computer screens were various drawings and formulas that were constantly changing, as if updating themselves.

In front of this screens was a rather short man in a bleached white lab coat, his fingers running over the keyboard at a rapid speed, the light from the computer reflecting off his glasses. He looked to be so entranced in his work that it seemed not even a bomb going off would be enough to pull his eyes away from the various graphs and formulas.

This man was Victor Kimon, an easily identifiable man with his short stature and thick glasses, not to mention his ever thinning hair. He was the one who initiated the sequence of events that ended the life of someone precious to him.

James however, being a professional, didn't so much as even blink. He had been trained since birth all the way to age 12 to be an expert assassin. The first thing he had been taught was to trust no one, no matter who they were. The second thing was to always bury your emotions when doing your job. You had to be cool and collected at all times, killing in any other state would only lead to mental strain further down the line.

James flicked his wrist and a pitch black knife shot out of his sleeve and into his hand. The blade was small and easily concealed but it was beyond sharp, easily capable of piercing through skin and muscle as if it were butter. The hidden blades came with the outfit that all assassins wore.

James once again took another look, glancing over the entire room, making sure there werent any surprises awaiting for him. After a minute of observing, he nodded to himself before beginning the assassination.

Darting from behind the pillar, James ran straight for the scientist who still hadn't taken his eyes off of the screen. His footsteps were void of even a modicum of noise, a silent run that had taken him years to master, a technique that he had used to take countless lives before.

As he approached the scientist, all the lives he had taken before seemed to flash before his eyes, one after another, for a brief moment. All the stories he had cut short, all the people he had slain simply so he could make a living.

Yet, even though he felt bad for the lives he had reaped, he didn't have any regrets. He was unable to find remorse, only finding a deeply rooted understanding that the weak were preyed on by the strong.

James slid to a stop as he shoved the black blade deep into the back of the unsuspecting scientist. He had made sure to stab a vital point on the human body, a place that wouldn't kill him immediately, but let him suffer a slow tortuous death. He had stabbed his blade and punctured the left lung.

Victor Kimon's hands froze over the keyboard, having still been in the middle of typing. After James backed away, Victor stood standing by himself for a couple of seconds before collapsing onto the ground, wheezing for air as blood began pooling around his body.

James just stared at the dying man for a few seconds, not a hint of emotion anywhere on his visage. He was a professional assassin after all, showing any emotion during the middle or end of the hunt was foolish.

Shaking his head, James slipped the knife from the scientists back and slipped it back up his sleeve after wiping off the blood. He then turned around, intending to stealthily leave without leaving any trace of his presence.

However, his plan didn't go as he thought, because just as he turned around, a gunshot went off. Everything turned black quickly after that!!!