Your Status: Logged out Log in

The Assassin  

Member rating: No Rating | Words: | Submitted: Wed Jan 19 2005

Page Preview
Preview
Previous 1 of 2 Next

On the left is an image preview of every page of this document, and below are the first 150 words with formatting removed:

The Assassin Alex Salter stood in the alleyway next to The Cube. He lit a cigarette to kill time. The flame briefly lit up his face, which was masked by his cap and the hood of his jacket which he'd pulled up to make himself less recognisable. As he waited he went over the plan in his head, anticipating the finale; a grim smile crept onto his lips. As Alex came close to the end of his cigarette he heard the doors of The Cube opening and closing, so he put it out and leant up against the wall. He was well hidden because he was set back from the street and streetlamps, and the walls on either side of him cast great shadows that completely concealed him. He put his gloved hand into the pocket inside his jacket and removed his gun from it, putting it into his jeans, leaving...

Get instant access



  • Instant, unlimited access to our documents in full
  • Swap your work for free access, or pay £4.99
  • To see the full version of this document and 149,979 others
Register Now