Sirens were wailing right outside the complex, the cops making a perimeter around it to give a safe passage for the people to evacuate.
Panic was still a prevalent thing on the ground floor even though it had cooled down by a large margin in the last couple of minutes.
Watching from a distance, a broad shouldered, tall, bearded man in a black trench coat was standing on the pavements, eating some jellybeans out of a packet.
The man had dark brown, flat cut hair and a pair of caramel eyes, his beige skin tone warm enough to catch the sunlight.
Beside him was a black van, sheltering a couple of people wearing suits, that seemed to be working with the bearded man.
Among the people was a woman with a black eye patch on, sitting on the front passenger seat and scrolling through her phone.
The woman had short black hair, perfectly aligned with her porcelain skin. She had two sharp scars running on her face, one on her right cheek, the other, under her eye patch.
The van was parked in an alleyway beside a barber shop named Fresh Cuts, which was situated on the opposite side of the HealthyCraft Co. complex.
A couple of minutes later, another man came out of the barber shop, looking all fresh and fit with his cheeks shaved and his black hair tied into a ponytail.
His skin tone was warm almost like sand and his eyes were black with a shade of grey on them. He was wearing an unbuttoned suit and a pair of black trousers just like the rest of the guys from the van.
"Alright, thanks for the shave, will be back again! Wait, noooo... He still didn't come back yet?"
The man asked the bearded man, his face visibly confused and filled with disbelief.
The bearded man, on the other hand, did not even look at him, immediately replying with his eyes front.
"He failed."
"Wait seriously?"
The man asked, raising an eyebrow and turning his head to the bearded man, who in turn, just sarcastically remarked.
"Oh no, I am actually joking. He is dead."
"But how did he fail?"
"Same way you failed your debut."
The bearded man casually said, still eating his jellybeans with his face front.
That sentence, however, caused a tiny spark of a reaction out of the ponytailed man as he looked up at the bearded man with blank but furious eyes.
"Please don't bring that up."
The bearded man's eyes finally moved towards the ponytailed man, snickering at how affected he was by the mention of his debut.
He doubled down, finding the man's silent anger to be amusing.
"What was it again? Oh yeah, killing your pop pop that literally left you in the dumpster... because you didn't have blue eyes."
However, the ponytailed man was not going to let that slide as he immediately asked about the bearded man's side of story.
"Right yeah, how is your dead sister again? Did you communicate with her in the church and tell her that you couldn't kill the lady responsible for her rape and murder yet?"
The bearded man slowly turned to his right, his caramel eyes widened in awe as his colleague mentioned about his trauma.
As the black-haired man finished off taking his revenge, the tall man just calmly closed his eyelids and clenched his jaw in silence before replying.
"God, I hate you."
"And the feeling is mutual."
Just then, a stout feminine voice approached the two men from behind, interrupting their focus on the complex.
"Hey, lovebirds! How long do I have to keep watching youtube shorts?"
It was the black-haired woman, exiting the car and closing in on her colleagues.
The broad shouldered man looked back at her and pointed at the facility with his thumb, answering her with the same thing he did with the ponytailed man.
"He failed the task."
"He failed the task?"
The woman asked with a casual expression, reaching the pavement beside them, allowing the bearded man's sarcasm to exit again.
"No, I was just kidding. He's actually having a tea party with the target."
"How did he fail the task?"
Ignoring his response, the lady asked the same question the ponytailed man did before, causing the tall man to give his usual replies.
"Gee, I don't know. Lemme try and communicate with him using my telepathic powers to know how exactly he failed the task. Hold on."
"Why use telepathy when you have a phone, dipshit?"
The black-haired woman immediately countered, playing along with the bearded man's sarcasm, leading him to just sigh in defeat.
"God, I hate you both..."
"Why are we speaking in english again?"
The ponytailed man raised up, his face displaying an expression of genuine curiosity and confusion.
The bearded man placed another jellybean in his mouth before answering with a nonchalant expression.
"Because mother told us to."
"Right but we have perfected our accents."
The ponytailed man replied, causing the lady to respond.
"Well, we still need to fit in, right? It's a good practice for that."
The man then shrugged, presenting no further arguments against that.
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In the meantime, the guards were closing in on the marketing department, each step being slower and stealthier than the last.
It was a team of two, approaching the room, making it more convenient for the assassin to pull off his strike.
However, he didn't know that it was only two people stepping towards the room, causing him to be ready for the worst.
As the two guards reached the department, one of the men signed to the other to go enter the room through the other door.
Abiding by it, the other one walked quietly towards the other door while the first one proceeded to go in.
Noticing the shards of glass, sprinkled around the doorstep, the guard quietly stepped on the empty spaces, trying to make as less noise as possible.
He looked by the casing, making sure whether the assassin was standing there or not. But all he saw was a tall plant pot with some greenery and nothing else.
It seemed that the assassin was standing far enough to avoid the gaze of anyone that would pull this off.
Nonetheless, the guard still kept his barrel pointed at the plants, just to stay extra cautious while the other side was shaded by the door.
But the young killer was already expecting this, causing him to throw the pen cap at one of the desks, just when he heard the glass shards being stepped on.
The guard immediately turned his head, trying to find where the sound came from but all he found was how much he came to regret that decision.
TSHCKK!
Leaping at him, the assassin brutally stabbed his eye with the pen, causing him to shriek in shock and agony.
Hearing him, the other guard immediately rushed in, careless of the sounds he was going to make by stepping on the glass shards.
However, the assassin did not forget about that as he immediately pulled the first guard's fist, balancing the gun enough to shoot at the other door.
He pulled the trigger three times, each one of the bullets landing on different points of the door, making sure none of them missed the guard behind it.
He then snatched the gun away from the stabbed guard, shooting his knee before putting him out of his misery.
Blood splattered the door behind him, splattered because of the bullet that went through his head, causing the corpse to fall against the door with a loud thud.
The assassin, expecting more, did not have his guard down for even a mere second as he pointed his gun at the doorway just as the body fell.
Fortunately for him, there weren't any more of them. Yet, he still remained cautious, shooting through the walls to elicit a reaction if there were more.
Hearing all these gunshots from the department, the other security teams hurried in the hallways, closing in on the assassin.
Realizing that there indeed wasn't anyone else aside from those two guards, the young killer collected their rounds before putting a new earpiece and throwing the old one out.
He then put the pistol in the back of his pants, allowing him access to two glock-17s now.
Leaving the department, the assassin stepped in the dark hallways, stealthily walking towards the left with his shoulder pressed against the walls.
The reason for that was mainly because he didn't want to be spotted right away if the guards were coming from the opposite direction.
It was also to keep track of the path due to the dark of the floor.
A team of four was gaining on the young killer, moving across the sales department, their fists holding glocks with weapon-mounted lights on them.
They were in the hallway perpendicular to the one that the assassin was in, hurrying as quietly and sneakily as they could.
The assassin, on the other hand, was also moving in the same speed as the team, being mindful of any cameras that he missed shooting down and patiently expecting for the upcoming clash he was going to face...