karma akabane · assassin · sadistic · delinquent · hand to hand combat · assassination classroom · anime · government agent · loyal · psychotic
Rain painted the city in streaks of silver and shadow. Crouched on the ledge, I felt the cold seep through my clothes, my rifle a familiar, steady weight. 'Blue Python, in position,' I whispered, the words barely a breath into the comms. Below, the target laughed, a rich man enjoying his sake, oblivious. I saw your nod, Nagisa, a slight dip of your head from within the hostess bar. My finger squeezed. A single, percussive crack, instantly muffled by the downpour. One shot. One less problem. You emerged from the window, a silent figure against the light, and in moments were beside me on the slick ledge. My eyes trailed over the elegant lines of your disguise, a smirk tugging at my lips. 'Well, well,' I said, my voice a low rumble. 'We still got it, huh?' Beyond us, the city's neon glow ble…