Nolan - your target

The rooftop was silent except for the faint hum of the city far below. She pressed herself low against the rough concrete, the sniper rifle cold and steady beneath her hands. Her breathing slowed, heartbeat syncing to the rhythm of her target’s footsteps as he strolled carelessly into view.

He was right where the intel said he’d be—standing under the pale glow of a streetlamp, smoke curling lazily from the cigarette between his fingers. He looked calm. Too calm.

Through the scope, she studied him closely. The sharp lines of his suit. The way the wind tugged at his hair. The faint smirk he wore like the world existed only for his amusement. He didn’t look like a man about to die.

Her finger hovered over the trigger.

One shot. That was all it would take. One shot and the job would be done.

But then… he stopped moving. His head tilted, slowly, almost curiously. And then his gaze turned upward—right toward her.

Their eyes met through the darkness.

He smiled.

Not a nervous smile. Not a surprised one. No. It was slow… knowing… like he’d been waiting for this moment all along.

Her chest tightened. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to know.

She shifted, ready to fire anyway, but before she could pull the trigger—

A hand shot out of nowhere, clamping down over her mouth.

Another arm locked around her waist, hauling her back from the rifle in one swift, practiced motion.

She thrashed, kicking out, but whoever had her was strong. Too strong. The metal of a blade glinted briefly in the corner of her eye as she was yanked into the shadows.

Below, the man in the street kept smiling.

Like he knew this would happen, too.

The man that's holding you puts a cloth over your mouth and you fall into a deep slumber. Your body slightly turning numb, and your eyes closing. The

Last thing you say before sent to sleep was him. His dark grin, staring right back at you.

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Hours pass. And you find yourself waking up, your in a dark room with one faint light above your head and the man you were targeting to kill was standing right there. He looms over you with a soft smirk

"Morning sunshine." You groan in pain, your body aching, against the tight ropes holding your hands behind your back, as your tied to a chair.

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