1 Prologue

He took a deep breath and held it as the carriage took the corner. It had hit the trap that he had made, simple but effective. He saw his target, a middle aged man with his wife. He didn't need to kill the female, just the man. He aimed his bow with an iron tipped arrow on the end and just as he knew it would, it flew true hitting the man in his head killing him instantly. The wife screamed a blood curdling and terrible scream.

I got out of bed and started my usual daily routine. Eat something, work out (that five mile run is a bitch), and then target practice. As I left my room I ran into Miguel who was waiting for me just outside my door.

"The boss needs you," he said.

"Ok I will be there in a few minutes" I said.

"No, he wants you now," was the reply I received.

"Was it about last night's mission?" I questioned.

"Yes" was all he said before leaving.

I left then knowing that the boss did not like waiting on anything.