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Set in the modern day, a young man is fighting for his life against an organization of political assassins, each with their own unique abilities, known as The Headsmen. This young man was once one of them until recently, when he found out that the people that The Headsmen were killing were not in fact political threats or terrorists but honest, innocent people. His desertion would not be taken lightly. Not by the Headsmen, nor the people they work for, as the young man was about to find out. And so our story begins...
Michael, former alias Assassin No.8, bolted down the now not-so-crowded, grimy city street in London as bullets whizzed past his ears and pinged as the ricocheted off the concrete making precise, shaggy craters mere centimeters from their target. Michael specialized in knives and thrown weapons, so there was no way that he could ever stand a chance under fire in the middle of a well-lit city street. He had to find cover from the incessant hail of sniper fire. He spotted an alley to his left. He drew a knife from under his pinstriped business suit and flung it at a nearby streetlight, penetrating the glass and shattering the bulb inside, blanketing a small section of the street next to the alley in darkness. Michael dashed into the alley and behind a dumpster and panted for breath. He looked down and noticed a red stain on his shirt. "Shit... Just a graze..." he whispered to himself as he touched the flesh where a bullet had scraped him along his side.
Set in the modern day, a young man is fighting for his life against an organization of political assassins, each with their own unique abilities, known as The Headsmen. This young man was once one of them until recently, when he found out that the people that The Headsmen were killing were not in fact political threats or terrorists but honest, innocent people. His desertion would not be taken lightly. Not by the Headsmen, nor the people they work for, as the young man was about to find out. And so our story begins...
Michael, former alias Assassin No.8, bolted down the now not-so-crowded, grimy city street in London as bullets whizzed past his ears and pinged as the ricocheted off the concrete making precise, shaggy craters mere centimeters from their target. Michael specialized in knives and thrown weapons, so there was no way that he could ever stand a chance under fire in the middle of a well-lit city street. He had to find cover from the incessant hail of sniper fire. He spotted an alley to his left. He drew a knife from under his pinstriped business suit and flung it at a nearby streetlight, penetrating the glass and shattering the bulb inside, blanketing a small section of the street next to the alley in darkness. Michael dashed into the alley and behind a dumpster and panted for breath. He looked down and noticed a red stain on his shirt. "Shit... Just a graze..." he whispered to himself as he touched the flesh where a bullet had scraped him along his side.