Rein POV's
I adjusted the scope of my sniper rifle, the cool, damp air of England swirling around as I focused intently on my target. The rooftop of the abandoned building was high, offering a clear view of the grand banquet hall below. The lights from the event shimmered against the dark sky, creating an illusion of elegance in the midst of the night. But in reality, the target was far from the ideal guest at any party.
Through the lens, I watched him. The man-a politician with ties to dangerous criminal syndicates-was mingling among a crowd of influential figures. He stood with an air of smugness, laughing with an acquaintance, unaware of the deadly eye watching his every move from hundreds of meters away.
My chest rose and fell slowly, my breath steady. Every muscle in my body was poised for the moment of action. The faintest of movements from the target-a slight tilt of his head, a widening smile-only confirmed he was enjoying the illusion of safety. But that safety would be shattered in a single moment.
To my side, Dain stood, her form lounging against the building's edge. She lazily twirled a lollipop in her mouth, her posture nonchalant despite the intensity of the mission. Her eyes flicked over me, sensing the quiet tension in the air.
"Aren't you done yet?" Dain's voice cut through the stillness, a hint of boredom in her tone.
I didn't take my eyes off the scope. My finger rested lightly on the trigger, I aim steady.
"Almost," I replied, the calmness in my voice betraying the excitement I felt. It was always like this before the kill-total focus, the world narrowing down to just the target.
The seconds felt like hours as I lined up the shot, but I was patient. I had done this countless times, and each time it was just as thrilling. My finger tensed on the trigger.
The shot rang out, though to the naked ear, it was silent. The bullet flew through the night air, a whisper of death aimed with precision. The target's head jerked forward as the impact hit, and within seconds, his body crumpled to the floor in a heap. The crowd erupted into chaos below, screams echoing in the night as the banquet descended into disorder.
"Target down," I muttered, my lips curling into a small, satisfied smile.
The panic below was immediate. People rushed to the exits in a blind scramble, the once-lavish gathering turned into a stampede of fear. I watched the scene unfold, the growing hysteria almost beautiful in its chaos. The alarms started blaring, filling the air with the sound of urgency.
Dain didn't seem bothered in the slightest. She straightened up from her lazy stance and casually began to walk toward the stairwell that would take them down the building. Her lollipop twirled between her fingers as though she were in no rush.
"You always make it look so easy," she commented, her voice laced with the faintest touch of amusement.
My eyes shifted to Dain for a brief moment before I nodded. "It is," I said simply.
We moved with purpose now, disappearing into the building's shadowed hallways. Own steps were swift, each of them knowing exactly where they needed to go. The sound of sirens grew louder as they neared the exit, but they didn't break stride. The world around them might be descending into chaos, but I and Dain, this was just another night.
I led the way to the rooftop, my steps light but sure. The alarm's wail seemed to chase them, but it was a futile chase. By the time the authorities arrived, they would be long gone.
Dain followed closely behind, glancing over her shoulder as the panic below continued to escalate.
"That was quick. You almost make it look too easy," she remarked, her usual light tone betraying a rare note of admiration.
We reached the edge of an alley and stopped, My eyes scanning the horizon. The sleek motorcycles we had left behind were waiting for us. The only way out. The engines would roar to life, and in seconds, they'd be gone.
Without a word, I strapped on my helmet, my eyes narrowing in focus. Dain did the same, her movements casual but efficient. We had done this so many times before it felt like second nature.
With a twist of the throttle, the bikes roared to life, and they sped off, weaving through the darkened streets of England with lightning speed. The city lights flashed by in a blur as we expertly navigated the winding roads. The chaos they left behind faded with every turn, the panic slowly swallowed by the distance.
As we hit the main road, Rein couldn't help but feel the familiar rush. This was her life-this dance with danger, the thrill of the hunt, and the swift escape. It was like a game. One we always played to win.
As the lights of the city grew distant, I glanced at Dain, who was riding beside me, a faint grin on she face.
"Not bad for a night's work," I remarked, my voice carrying over the hum of the engine.
Dain's response was a soft chuckle. "Could've been quicker. But I'll take it."
And just like that, we disappeared into the night, the city of London now a mere memory behind of us. The hunt was over for now, but the game was far from finished.