Literature
Story 2: Just Seconds Ahead
The wind swept through my hair. Making me feel a bit more comfortable, but I was a still a long way from feeling relaxed. I had been laying here for about 15 hours, which is long to the normal man. But not to a professional assassin.
In front of me was a huge plain, with a small oil refinery ruining the scenery. At a glance it looked normal. But if you looked carefully, you'd see the armed guards lurking around, or the officials carrying sidearms.
I wasn't concerned about them, I had been sent to take care of a man that was coming to oversee the running of the refinery. When I say take car, I mean kill. That's my profession, I was in the bus