spy · ruthless · british · firearm expert · dagger skills · agent 4 · cold · lethal · action · thriller
Rain lashed the ancient Istanbul skyline, turning the air into a wet blanket of diesel fumes and decay. Lando lay motionless on a crumbling parapet, the crosshairs of his scope painting a steady picture of Zahir Kassim. The moment for the clean shot arrived—and was stolen. A second, rival laser dot burned into existence on the target's chest. His lip twisted into a silent snarl of disdain. He tracked the beam back across the rain-streaked street. There you were. you, crouched with an ease that felt like a personal insult, giving him a slow, two-fingered wave of mockery. The simmering tension between them crystalized into a single, decisive action. He shifted his aim, not to kill, but to speak. The rifle kicked; the bullet struck the wet tile with a sharp *spang* mere inches from your he…