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Chapter 3 - A night to remember

"Should we quickly go over this one more time, or should I assume we're clear?" Ethan said, facing Gray, who sat quietly in the passenger seat.

"We're good ' Gray affirmed

They both pulled on their masks, leaving only their eyes, noses, and mouths exposed. Each held a pistol fitted with a silencer, ready for whatever lays ahead.

They were already standing in front of a well-built house, likely belonging to a business tycoon. The building was richly constructed, with a tall fence enclosing the property, securing everything within.

With the help of a custom-built grappling hook welded from steel, its claw-like prongs sharpened to bite into metal or concrete. it was a thief's tool- built for speed , stealth, and one way in

They landed quietly inside, careful not to make a sound. Luckily for them, there were no guard dogs in sight. Moving swiftly through the shadows, they approached the front door. With practiced hands, they broke the lock and slipped inside the house.

The sitting room was dimly lit, with only a few soft blue lights casting a faint glow across the space.The blue lights cast an ethereal glow, like a whispered secret in the darkness

They tiptoed silently toward the stairs, but just as they were about to take a step, the sound of a door creaking open froze them in place.

"Mom is that you' a voice followed

Judging by the sound of the voice, it was clear that it belonged to a teenage boy. He called out, "Mum," a second time—this time louder than before.

Ethan gave Gray the signal to take him out, as the man was already just a few steps away, drawing dangerously close to their position.

He was just about to step into the living room when Gray struck, knocking him out cold.

He gently laid him on the floor, then headed upstairs with Ethan silently following close behind.

They were already upstairs, standing in front of a closed door. Once again, Ethan gave Gray the go-ahead, raising his gun and aiming it at the door.

Almost immediately after Gray opened the door, Ethan stepped in and fired two shots at the couple lying quietly on the bed.

The couple lay still, their bodies tangled beneath the sheets as if they hadn't even stirred before death claimed them. A single crimson stain spread slowly across the white fabric, soaking into the silence of the room. Their faces, once peaceful in slumber, were now frozen in the stillness of final rest—eyes never opened, breaths never taken again.

Ethan stood over them for a moment, expressionless, the silenced pistol still warm in his hand. Then, without a word, he turned and slipped out of the room with Gray following behind him, his footsteps muffled on the carpet as he disappeared down the stairs, leaving only the scent of gunpowder and death behind.

Gray and Ethan stood over the unconscious teenage boy, the one Gray had knocked out earlier. For a moment, they hesitated, unsure whether to kill him or let him live.

The teenage boy lay sprawled on the floor, his dark skin pale under the dim light, His chest rose and fell faintly—he was still alive, just unconscious. His limbs were limp, one arm twisted awkwardly beneath him.

Ethan was about to take the shot, his finger already tightening on the trigger, but Gray suddenly stepped in and shoved him aside, stopping him just in time.

"What the hell was that, man?" Ethan snapped as he pushed himself off the floor, his eyes blazing. He stood to his feet, facing Gray, who remained silent, his gaze fixed on the tiled floor beneath them.

"We can't kill him… he's just a child," Gray said quietly, his voice low, his eyes still locked on the floor.

"Well, I can," Ethan shot back. "We were clear on this, weren't we? It's a kill-all contract — we don't get to choose who stays and who lives."

"We'll just tell the boss the job was a success," he said quietly. "No need to mention we spared an innocent life."

"And what happens when the cops show up? Or when it's all over the news?" he said sarcastically. "I'm sure the boss won't see any of that—right?"

Gray stood frozen for about fifteen seconds, then slowly moved to lift the unconscious boy from the cold tiled floor.

"What are you doing, man? It's not worth it. Come on, think about what you're doing," he said urgently.

Gray quietly exited the house, the unconscious boy slung over his shoulder and his pistol still in hand, Ethan followed shortly after

They were now back in the car, the unconscious boy lying motionless on the back seat. Ethan and Gray sat in silence for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh as they both pulled off their masks almost at the same time.

"So what now, huh? We just take him home, is that it?" Ethan said, turning to Gray with a hint of frustration in his voice.

 "Just drive," Gray said in a tired tone as he exhaled heavily.

It was already past midnight. The street was empty, silent, and still, with only Ethan and Gray driving through it at a steady pace, putting distance between themselves and the chaos they had left behind.

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