Chapter 1
The air was cool today hitting Ian, his hair was loosely moving his nose was a bit reddish but he liked it.
His lips curling into a grin as he crouched on the rooftop.
His eye’s scanning the warehouse below.
Today’s mission was a special delivery for his father.
Although the shipment was like any other—guns, drug and money. But what made it special was that it was Shadow Reapers.
It was there rival gang, his dad’s one of the biggest competitors. And today he will gift this to his dad for his birthday.
He glanced at his watch, it was midnight.
Ian Prince
Aren’t they punctual.
Jason Cane
All good here too
Ian pulled his hood over his head, rose from his crouch stepping lightly along the edge of the rooftop until he was directly above the main entrance.
Down below, two guards loitered near the door chatting lazily, their rifles slung carelessly over their shoulders.
Ian swiftly dropped behind them.
Before they could react, he whipped his knife from his belt and slit the first guards throat.
The man crumpled soundlessly.
The second guard eyes widened with shock, but before he could react Ian’s hand shot out and gripped the man’s throat slamming him against the wall.
Ian roam his jacket with a hand and took out an entry pass.
Ian Prince
Well then see you in hell.
Before the guard could cried out his neck was twisted, he dropped to the ground as well.
Ian Prince
(Moves forward)
Ian Prince
(Opens the gate)
There were five man gathered near the center, standing around a table cluttering with guns and cash.
They hadn’t send him yet.
Ian Prince
(A smirk curling at the corner of his lips)
Ian Prince
The click of his knife
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