pristine || anthon (english narrative) || Dillan

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I shouldn't have done that. I turned the call down immediately and I had to control myself not to tell her I'm going back because I miss her. She's safe, she's alive. I don't have to go back just yet.

I've been wondering for a month now. I have to continue and find everyone who wants her dead first before I could resume by her side, if she would take me back and forgive me.

Damn it! I'm losing my consciousness again. I can't seem to get her off my mind. This isn't the life she wants. I couldn't be what she wants.

The guns are all prepared but I checked one more time. I checked my watch and my timing is about right. The two will be on the opposite rooftop.

And as if on cue, they arrived. Champagne glasses clinking, they are talking, no clue at all that just by accepting the bounty from Apostle, they accepted a bounty on their heads too...only this time, no other assassins would be targeting them but me.

The distance is safe.
I set my M4A1 with the scope.
Steady....
One.
Two..
Three...
Four....
Clear shot for both.

I fired one. Headshot for Hulk.
I fired the second bullet. Headshot for Yellow.

Their codenames would be the only remembrance of their living. What I want to know now is what they've agreed upon, they shook hand and that certainly meant something.

I packed my gun back.
Zipped the bag.
Went back on my hotel room.
Guess them believing I left the country helped a lot, they're loose.

I checked my watch again, probably three days before someone find them but a day or two when Apostle finds out about their deaths.