I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal-Chapter 57: Plan of Action

Adam stood still in the hallway’s shadows. He observed that the two men in his kitchen were acting in a way that was obviously arrogant to the value of his house. While preparing breakfast, they were murderers.

It was galling to see how absurd it was. He raised his pistol. The man at the table was cleaning his gun when the sights fell on his back.

He squeezed the trigger with his finger. The shot would be simple. It would be over after two short rounds. He could put a stop to this now.

However, the man at the table spoke just as he was ready to fire. He spoke in a quiet, modest noise.

But just as he was about to fire the man at the table spoke. His voice was a low calm rumble.

"What do you think? Did Alpha Team find the kid?"

The question froze Adam’s finger on the trigger. Alpha Team. The name sent a jolt through him. He knew instantly they were talking about the three assassins he had killed at Sophia’s house.

The man at the stove shrugged without turning around. "Not our concern. Our job is to wait. If he shows up here we finish the mission. We’re just the backup team anyway."

The first assassin leaned back in his chair placing his now-clean pistol on the kitchen counter beside him. He stretched his arms over his head a picture of relaxed boredom. "They’re taking a long time though."

The second assassin looked up at the ceiling as if contemplating the passage of time. "Yeah you’re right. They’re taking too long. They should have contacted us by now. We would have gotten the call if the mission was a success. We would have gotten a call if the target escaped."

Adam became more informed by their conversation. Now he had proof. The men he had already killed were members of the same unit as these two.

They served as a backup plan. His thoughts started racing. A risky new possibility was ignited by an idea. Never once had he taken one of them alive. He had never questioned a foe. Simple elimination had always been his main focus.

However, these men had knowledge. They could identify the person who had placed the bounty on his head. This was a fantastic opportunity to take the lead, to stop responding and begin taking action.

But he felt a surge of uncertainty. Could he do it? Could he defeat two skilled assassins? It was much more complicated than just shooting them in the head. He was not certain he had the skill and accuracy needed for it. He was not a captor; he was someone who killed.

The pistol on the kitchen counter caught his attention. The man at the table had it within arm’s reach, but he did not hold it. It was possible if he could somehow free the man from his weapon.

The notion got interest. The plan started to take shape. However, the doubt remained in his stomach like a cold knot of uncertainty.

He drew his head back from the doorway, blending into the darkness entirely. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. He was upset with himself. What is causing my hesitation? He pondered.

I will be killed for this hesitation. Innumerable deaths had taught him that lesson. In his world, indecision was a deadly weakness.

He had to act with complete conviction in everything he did.

In order to rid himself of the fear and uncertainty, he inhaled deeply once more. His eyes were hard and focused as he turned back to face the kitchen. They had a plan. He held up his pistol.

One major benefit was the silencer. He would not have to be concerned that his position would be revealed by the sound of the shot. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and braced himself.

He was aware that he would need to move with lightning speed as soon as he fired. Because he had already killed assassins, his stats were high. He was powerful. He moved quickly. All he needed to do was have faith in his skills.

It was his final breath. Then he made a move.

He did not just enter the opening. In a sudden aggressive assault into the home scene, he rushed into the kitchen. His pistol was already barking before either man could fully register his presence or process the image of an armed teenager in the doorway.

Neither man was his target. The gun on the counter was his target. The shot was a blur of motion that happened very quickly. There was a single cough from the silenced pistol.

In a split second, the 9mm round bullet passed through the tiny kitchen.

It caused a sharp metallic snap to strike the assassin’s handgun. The gun flew in the impact’s force. It traveled over the counter and crashed to the floor in the kitchen’s far corner as it spun through the air.

The trajectory of the flying gun was automatically followed by the eyes of the two assassins. It was a fatal natural reaction. Adam only needed that moment of distraction.

He was already in motion as their heads turned. He did not shoot again. He charged, pushing his own pistol aside. A predator sprinting toward the prey, he was a blur of movement.

The man at the table whose weapon he had just neutralized was not his target. The man at the stove was his target.

The one who was still a threat. Before he could react and reach his hidden weapon, he needed to neutralize him. With his mind fixed on a single goal, he quickly closed the gap.

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