The Assassin :: English Literature Essays

The AssassinI sneaked towards the enemy bivouac, thoughtful not to make a sound. My life and honour depended on the winner of this mission. If I fail, I will die along with hundreds of thousands innocent civilians, and I will be forever remembered as the idiot of an agent who failed to halt a mad terrorist leader.Beads of sweat ran down my face, and the silent conceitedness that was around me nearly drove me crazy. I gripped the cold, metallic handle of my enchant rifle to remind and reassure myself that I had not come unprepared. My nerve calmed a little, and I continued on.The terrorists were very smart. They housed their leader in a camp down in the most unsuspecting place in an fair village. It was only by mere chance that a spy from our expression spotted the leader. The good thing was that the terrorists had grown arrogant from their past successes and permit their guard down. Now it was up to me to terminate the terrorist leader.I crept closer to the tent my heart w as pounding now. I could hear it pumping in my chest, as if abstracted to break free. Concentrate I muttered under my breath, this was the crucial part, I had to persist a steady hand and drive that sacred bullet directly into that ugly terrorists head. I stopped for a moment, checking that my silencer was close up attached properly, even though I had just checked moments before.I gently prodded open the tent, just enough so that I send away look inside. There was the terrorist leader, pacing around the tent somewhat nervously, as if he had been expecting me. I felt a chill down my spine. I started doubting myself. What if I couldnt do it? What if I fail? What if it was a trap?I gathered myself once more, this time I was determined. I fired the shot.The terrorist leader fell without a sound, I had succeeded. I entered the tent in hope of finding papers or plans of their next attack. dead I heard a noise, the piercing clank of an empty pickup hitting the ground, I ran and dived out of the tent, but it was too late. The bullets of a dozen machineguns, rifles, and pistols tore through the tent, reducing it to tatters.