A masked man leaped throughout the rooftops of a bustling city, the moon casting an ethereal glow on the earth below. His robes fluttered in the slight breeze, as he set his sights on a towering skyscraper, clearly visible amongst the other buildings. The assignment was simple. Find the target, take care of business, report back. It was all in a day's work, really.
However, once he reached the building itself, things took a turn for the worse. The instant he sneaked through the window, the blaring of alarms filled his ears. It was as if they were prepared for him. Surely enough, countless guards and soldiers entered the room, firearms pointed right at the man. "Put your hands where we can see them!" shouted one.
The man gave a grin, but it wasn't visible due to the mask. He raised both of his hands into the air, before quickly reaching into his robes, pulling out what appeared to be a grenade, and tossing the projectile into the group of enemies.
The explosion rattled the room. The glass of all nearby windows shattered, sending fragments careening into the streets below. Someone might get impaled by a couple of those. Oh well. Not like he cared.
The soldiers, who were right in the middle of the explosion, were sent flying, and the effects of the blast were deadly. Quite a few were missing limbs. Some of them had formed horrible burn marks. One had even had his eyes burned, leaving nothing but empty sockets. And blood was everywhere.
The man moved on, simply walking past the carnage he had caused without so much as a second glance, only to be stopped again. This time, by the exact same target he had been tasked with killing, along with two guards. But he was much too familiar.
"Hello, Zaar. A pleasure doing business with you, as always."
Zaar cursed under his breath. His current employer. It was a trap. Even he had to admit that he didn't see this one coming.
"I congratulate you on surviving that ambush. You were horribly outnumbered. However, I'm afraid that-"
He was cut off mid-sentence, due to Zaar lunging over during his speech, and cleanly decapitating the man with one clean slash of his blade. His head fell to the floor, leaving a trail of blood as it rolled over, right to where one of his guards was standing. His body then fell to the ground, limp and quite obviously dead.
Then, the assassin, who was named Zaar, pointed his blade at the two guards. A wicked grin would've been visible, if it weren't for the mask concealing his face. "May as well clean up the evidence. Any objections? No? Then let's get to work."