The workspace was by all definitions silent, empty and eerie, interrupted by the occasional noises of the window blinds.
The lights were all turned off, the air conditioners shut down and the floors were shrouded by weaves of darkness.
It seemed that all the employees had already evacuated the floor as soon as they heard the gunshots.
It seemed that if the windows were replaced by thick walls, the hallways would become nothing shy of being a truly haunting place.
Noticing the darkness, the young assassin immediately confirmed that the control room was already aware of his existence.
It was only a matter of time before they send the cavalry to hunt him down.
Blood droplets trailed the carpet like a painting, creating a pattern of straight yet curvy lines of red surrounded by brown.
And the trails did not stop, up until he paused in front of the elevator.
His eyebrows, still furrowed, his expression that of a tired, apathetic beast made it look like the wounds were not doing their jobs.
However, that was simply not the case as every cut, every little nick, every drop of blood trickling from his injuries irritated him with the same pain one would receive if a horde of bees stung them.
And the worst part was that it was getting exceptionally uncomfortable, having to restrain scratching his bleeding itchy wounds.
The elevator was temporarily closed by the control room, mainly because they feared the assassin would use it to go to the rooftop.
But the young killer was already aware of that. And what made him confirm his assumption was when he heard the flapping of the chopper, taking off from the roof.
For now, he needed to find a restroom as the dripping blood from all his slashes were showing no signs of stopping.
Meanwhile, police sirens were surrounding the building, evacuating the people from the ground floor.
The cops didn't really know what was going on with the facility other than that there were some gunshots heard in the CEO's office.
They were only asking the people around to understand further about the whole situation but Andrey's security spoke very vaguely about it.
This was because Andrey ordered them to kill the assassin before the cops can get him, as he didn't want the young man to come at him again.
Sending the security teams on the 7th floor, the control room was observing the young killer's every step from the cameras, hoping to inform the guards of his location.
However, unaware to the cameras, the assassin actually had an earpiece he collected from one of the corpses before, learning every step the security and the control room was making.
Still standing in front of the elevator, the young killer brought out his phone, checking on the time for a second before scrolling down to see his notifications.
Reluctantly texting a few times, the man then received new notifications from the sender, forcing him to read them all before putting his phone back in his pocket.
He gave out a deep shaky sigh, looking around the hallway to prepare for what was to come.
Remembering that he needed to find a restroom to stop the bleeding, the young man began limping towards the right, hoping for any signs to pop up in the hallway.
Blood droplets trailed the carpet just like the usual as he stepped towards the conference room, when he finally noticed the lavatories.
Slowly entering the men's lavatory, the young assassin silently limped towards the cubicles, eyeing the locks to see whether there was anyone there.
As he confirmed that there wasn't in fact, a single soul in the lavatory, he loosened up, putting his gun down on the sink counter.
He then began washing his fractured, bleeding hand, draining all the sticky, visceral blood in the sink with the tap water.
He winced sharply, putting on some of the hand soap before rubbing his wounds.
The friction further stung his hand, the burns causing his tears to swell up and drip from the corners of his bloodshot eyes.
Grunting and groaning quietly, the young man did not stop spreading the hand soap on his horribly slashed gashes, hoping to prevent any infections to to take root.
Tap water was running as usual, his fingers running through the soap bubbles on the fleshy slits, allowing no pause to his pain.
Delving his fingers inside the slimy, sticky, gaping wounds in his face, the man groaned loudly, gritting his teeth due to the sting.
As he finished off washing his face, the young assassin paused for a few seconds, his hands resting on the edge of the sink counter.
His mind was circling around nothing but the fact that he failed his task and that he needed to pay his debt for it.
His breaths were heavy and trembling, his blue eyes dripping tears and his wounds were still viscerally visible.
But after a while of thinking, he took a couple of tissues to the tap water, wiping the bloodstains on his jaw.
However his mind was not in rest as he looked up in the mirror and had no words to say for himself.
No words except of course...
"Disappointment."
After a moment or so, the man pulled out his tie, loosening the knot and taking it off from his neck.
He then flipped the tie and opened the thin fabric on its back, finding some folded gauze pads and a pair of roller bandages inside.
Plastering two gauze pads on his face and hand, the man finally picked up the handgun, limping towards the exit in hopes of eliminating the threats once and for all.
Meanwhile the security personnel were thoroughly preparing to ambush the assassin in the 7th floor, gathering up as many men as they could.
Operators from the control room, had their eyes fixed on the hallways to know what exactly the assassin was planning.
Guards from the whole facility were blocking each and every one of the stairwells, preventing any and every way of escape.
But the assassin was not planning on escaping in the first place.
Not because the stairwells had a lot of men in there. But because he wasn't permitted to.
He limped in the hallways, stretching his arms and legs with a sneer, warming up for the upcoming war that he needed to face.
After the short exercise, the man looked up at the ceiling, eyeing around before spotting a dome cc camera.
Pointing the gun at the camera, the man shot it down, his bandaged face painting a cold, heartless demeanor before the operators' eyes.
They were more or less concerned, realizing what the assassin was up to now.
Gulping, one of the operators had no choice but to inform all of the security waiting in the stairwells.
"Control to all units, I think you guys should hurry up. He's destroying the cameras."
Hearing this, the chief of security immediately called upon all the remaining units, telling them to 'hurry the fuck up'.
Groups of four were immediately formed as the available units were entering the floor.
And as the remaining guards finally reached the stairwell, the chief of security instantly had them form teams of two and dragged them inside.
There were a total of 26 guards in the floor, 22 of which, were supposed to be guarding the rest of the facility.
But of course, the assassin wasn't overthinking it.
No, the assassin was just walking through the hallways unworried and shooting down all the cameras he spotted in his way.
"Control to all units, he's up there in front of the marketing department. Entering it right now. Wait..."
The operator paused suddenly. And by now, one would already figure out why he paused.
The other operators were obviously confused, causing one of them to ask.
"What happened?"
"Is that... Oh shit, he has a fuckin' earpiece."
"WHAT?"
And just like that, the whole room went into a state of panic.
However, it only lasted for a couple of minutes as the operators didn't think they said anything as useful for the assassin to overcome this trouble.
But they still acknowledged the fact that they couldn't communicate with the security units before cutting off the young man's earpiece.
They informed the guards, "All units, communication is compromised. The target has an earpiece."
Learning this from the control room, the young man shot another camera, before moving towards the desks.
He knew, sooner or later, this was going to happen. The only thing he didn't expect was this happening this early.
He knew that there would be cameras that might go unnoticed which is the reason why he didn't really care, hiding his earpiece. As that would cut the communication.
Now the operators had to waste time, finding out whose earpiece the young killer took, to cut him off.
Reaching the desks, the man picked up a glass vase, causing him to get an idea.
The marketing department had two entrances. Both of them were in the same wall and both were made of wood.
He took a couple of glass vases and shattered them in front of the two doorways, causing some of the nearby guards to alert and hurry.
He then took a pen, opening up its cap and waited beside one of the entrances... waited for the guards to enter... waited for the right moment to strike...