I want to become a killer

The sound of rain hitting the car roof was drowned out by the pounding of my own heartbeat. We had no choice. The Zenith operatives ahead of us were well-trained, no doubt, but they didn't have the advantage. They didn't know us, didn't know what we were capable of. I was about to remind them.

Alan kicked open the door first, and without hesitation, he was out of the car, his weapon in hand. I followed suit, moving quickly but cautiously, taking cover behind the vehicle as the operatives began to surround us.

"They're trying to box us in," I muttered, my eyes darting between them.

"Not happening," Alan growled, crouching low and moving to the left.

I stayed low as well, scanning the group of five armed men ahead. They weren't expecting us to fight back this quickly, which was to our advantage. But we couldn't afford to underestimate them.

The first operative took a step forward, aiming his weapon at Alan. Before he could fire, Alan was already on him—swift, brutal, and precise. A punch to the jaw knocked the man off balance, and in the same fluid motion, Alan wrenched the weapon from his hand. He didn't hesitate, firing a shot that dropped the next man before he had time to react.

I kept moving, my heart pounding in my chest as I flanked to the right. My hand gripped the pistol tightly, my aim focused and steady. I was used to the sound of gunfire now, used to the adrenaline surging through my veins when it was life or death. But that didn't make it easier.

I took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. The shot landed, hitting the third man square in the chest. His body crumpled, but I didn't have time to watch him fall. The fourth operative took cover behind a car, firing blindly in our direction.

"Cover me!" I yelled to Alan.

He didn't hesitate. Ducking low, he moved around to provide cover, taking out another shooter as he moved. I could see the fear in the remaining operative's eyes, and it drove me forward. I was close now, so close to the final piece of the puzzle.

I sprinted forward, keeping low as I darted behind the last remaining car. The operative, realizing he was outgunned, began to back away slowly, his hands raised.

"Drop the gun!" I shouted, keeping my weapon aimed at his chest.

He hesitated, eyes flickering between me and Alan, who was still taking shots from the other side. It was clear he wasn't going to surrender without a fight. He made a move for his weapon, but before he could pull the trigger, Alan was already there, disarming him with a swift, decisive blow.

"Not today," Alan said coldly, pushing the man to the ground.

We moved quickly, stripping the last of their weapons and checking for anything that could give us more information. They were wearing the standard black uniforms of Zenith operatives, but no insignia, no identifying marks. They were just tools in Zenith's game.

Alan looked over at me, his expression tense. "That's five down. But we're not done yet. We need to keep moving."

I nodded, scanning the area for any more threats. "We can't waste time. The clock's ticking."

We got back in the car, and I slammed the door shut. Alan quickly took the wheel, and we sped off into the night, the headlights cutting through the rain-soaked streets. I could still hear the echoes of gunfire in my ears, the adrenaline still pulsing through my veins.

Cipher's voice crackled through the earpiece again, a welcome distraction from the tension in the air. "You're clear for now, but they're going to come after you hard. You've made noise. Get to the warehouse and regroup. I've got your back."

His words barely registered before the reality of our situation set in again. We couldn't stop now. Not after everything we'd been through. We had one goal: take down Zenith, once and for all.

As we neared the warehouse, the rain began to ease up, the storm slowly fading. The city was quieter now, the sounds of the night more distant. I felt a strange calm wash over me, as if the chaos of the last few minutes had cleared my head. We were close—so close to the end of this fight. But in the back of my mind, I knew that the hardest part was still ahead.

Alan parked the car behind the warehouse, and we slipped inside, careful not to draw attention. The building was dark and silent, save for the low hum of machinery in the distance.

Mara was already waiting for us, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings as she spotted us. "Took you long enough," she said with a small grin, though her face was tense.

"We ran into some complications," I replied, pulling out the scrambler from my jacket.

"We've got bigger problems," Mara said, her voice serious. "I've got intel. They know where we are. And they're coming for us."

I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being cornered again, that we were walking into another trap.

But there was no turning back now.

"We need to move," I said, looking between Mara and Alan. "Let's get this done."

We didn't have time for doubt. We didn't have time for second guesses. We had come too far.

Zenith might have been hunting us, but we were about to hunt them back.

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