CHAPTER ONE

please be sure to read the prologue first!!!


FROM THE VIEW OF:
Kanshihei

CHAPTER ONE
Cramped spaces? I don't think so.



I splashed cold water on my face and looked up into the hotel bathroom's dirty mirror. My eyes swirled green and my pupils were mere slits.

I blinked, concentrating on the minor task. My pupils slowly rounded and the glow faded. I smiled. Neat trick, right? My eyes seemed too large for my face because of my small nose and lips...some considered it attractive but i honestly hated it. I looked too vulnerable with these big puppy dog eyes.

I ran my hands through my damp silver hair. It wasn't that I was old, that was just the natural color. Oh well, it just looks like a crazy dye job to most humans. It was short and botchy. Reckless looking and a bit spiky in the back. I grinned a tad and wiped off the wet counter top.

Although the hotel room was too cramped for my taste, I didn't mind staying here for a bit. I pulled on a tightly fit long sleeved shirt. It was dark, as were most of my shirts. I squeezed into some small white shorts then sat on the edge of the bed wondering about my next job. As i started tying my running shoes I ran through the note in my head. i had mesmerized it as soon as I had gotten it.



Bten Bo' Bclock Bp.Bm. Bbell Btower. Bcorner Bof Bfifth Band Bmain. Bblue Bjacket Band Bred Bscarf. Bget Bit Bright Bfor Ba Bhundred Bgrand. Bmoney Blocation Brevealed Bafter Bjob
Bsigned
Bclient33347822

(Delete the capital B's)



It wasn't important to me, but, although it was lazily coded, it sounded serious enough. It wouldn't take much to get the job done quick. I stood and pulled my thin black hoodie over my head.

I've skimmed over the main idea of my job, but I will say that the ability to blend in could be one of the most important things on the list of requirements.

After taking a few steps from the bed to the curtains, I peeked outside. It was clear outside and no clouds. With it being midday there were almost no shadows anywhere. I doubted anybody knew i was here to start with but it never hurt to check.

I jumped back and pulled a small, hard briefcase out of my main backpack. I punched in a unique code on the small number pad and eased up the lid. My pistol with stainless steal plating was inside it along with a few boxes of different bullets. Why so many different bullets, one may ask? Well, it all relates to who, or what, I'm going to kill. If one hasn't already guessed, I'm a hired assassin. I shoot (or slice, or kick, or even blow up) for money. I kill for my own personal benefit.

Soon after spinning the small pistol around in my hand, I checked it, loaded it, and made sure the silencer worked by shooting one bullet straight into the head board of the filthy bed. I did the dramatic blow-into-the-top-of-the-pistol thing then chuckled. I continued smiling and stuck the pistol into my fanny pack after putting it on safety. I have a thing for fanny packs.

I let my eyes do a quick sweep of the room. All had here was a backpack I had lifted to fit my clothes into. The clothes were stolen too...I have a knack for stealing. I always kept some type of weapon with me, but for a change i just brought my pistol. I didn't have any big jobs coming soon here in Dallas, so I left the rest back in my storage facility in [Location Deleted].

I shrugged slightly to loosen up then dropped a hundred on the bed as a tip for the maid, who, considering the condition of this place, never did her job. Noticing the way i bash the place, one may have realized I'm not in the best part of the city. Normally I could have afforded batter but down here it's the rich ones that hold grudges. the drug dealers and "business" women in this part are more concerned with their own lives than the mysterious assassin next door.

I put my ear to the door and eased it open to get into the hallway. I walked down the stained carpet past a few empty rooms then used my foot to push open the door to the stairwell. I had a few floors to walk down but it was always better than the cramped elevator. Cramped room, Cramped elevator, one may be catching on at this point. I'm not claustrophobic, I've just always been trained to never let myself be cornered. I chuckled a bit and thought back to the last day of my training.




CHAPTER TWO COMING SOON!
(Chapter three is where it gets more interesting. Once I really got into writing, it got better and better.)