When an Assassin Falls

Above the crowded city where you can see the big dazzling moon and dark sky, you can feel the cold wind through the semi-opened window on the 50th floor of a luxurious building there was man positioning his sniper, like a hunter targeting his prey. He carefully watches his prey's every move and waits for the perfect time to shoot.

"Thanatos" a voice called the man through a device

"What" the man boringly respond

"Chill out dude I'm just kidding," said the man while chuckling on the other side of the line

Thanatos sigh with disappointment while rolling his eyes well his signature gesture when he is irritated

"You know that I'm on a mission at the moment do you?" sarcastically said by Thanatos

"The moment I knew that you're on the mission I instantly called you" Thanatos rolled his eyes again in disbelief he knew that the second he answered the phone it is who he thinks it is, his best friend Ravish well it is not their real name because they are assassins. He continued to watch his prey while talking to Ravish, his prey the billionaire man Ross who is wanted across Asia because of its illegal business drugs, prostitutes, illegal selling of weapons, killing dozens of people you name it he has it all.

"Well you better hang up now because I'm cleaning your mess," said Thanatos with a hint of teasing. He knew that Ravish is a perfectionist but he fails a lot because of girls.

"Shut up" Ravish ended the call a little chuckle come out from Thanatos' lips while shooting his prey through its head. "Well, I better pack up now" Thanatos hurriedly pack up his sniper unto a piece of luggage and wear the pilot costume that he stole from a man he killed a while ago, to be specific the private pilot of Ross. He traveled with his prey without even Ross noticing, he followed Ross to Europe he didn't kill Ross in the plane because there are so many bodyguards and trained assassins on board protecting Ross.

"Mission completed" said Thanatos through a phone

"Well done Angel of Death your next mission will be next week so better get ready and take a rest" said some female voice from his phone

"Copy" Thanatos answered while walking to the door of the bedroom he heard some footsteps barging in the suit he was currently in.

"We will give you the details when you're here in the HQ" he immediately cut the call and lock the door quietly. He headed towards the bathroom and let the water in the shower pour like rain.

The assassins and bodyguards of Ross barge in they silently creep around the suit looking for the assassin that killed their boss while Thanatos calmly sip his favorite drink which is Yakult a famous drink in Asia especially in Korea, Japan and Philippines. He sat on the edge of an open window waiting for the assassins to come and find him, seconds later the bathroom opened.

"Wow I already finished my fifth Yakult you're all slow" Thanatos sighed in disappointingly with a touch of sarcasm in his voice

"Thanatos" many assassins whispered his name while hesitating to fight him and others don't know who the heck he was.

"I'm out of here" "Me too" "I don't want to die early" the majority of the assassins ran for their lives while leaving the other 10 assassins puzzled.

"What so special about you?!" one of the assassins run towards Thanatos but fell on the ground immediately. Thanatos blew the mouth of his sniper, like a boy blowing his hot hotdog

"You're boring the heck out of me" he positioned he's two guns and immediately shot the seven other assassins in a second living the two assassins widened their eyes with fear and amusement. Thanatos will kill the two assassins when his phone rang he raises his hand, signaling the two assassins to wait but when he answered the phone they started to run. Too bad for them they never reach the bathroom door.

"I said fucking wait, oh well this is a mess" said Thanatos boringly while he answered the phone.

His name is Randall Murray an assassin who kills without hesitant and never cares for anyone but himself and his Yakult. He is Thanatos also called Angel of Death.