The Assassin :: English Literature Essays

The AssassinI sneaked towards the enemy populate, careful not to make a sound. My life and watch over depended on the success of this mission. If I fail, I will die along with hundreds of thousands innocent civilians, and I will be forever remembered as the doofus of an agent who failed to stop a mad terrorist drawing card.Beads of sweat ran level my face, and the silent emptiness that was around me nearly drove me crazy. I gripped the cold, metal(prenominal) handle of my assault rifle to remind and reassure myself that I had not come unprepared. My nerves calmed a little, and I continued on.The terrorists were very smart. They housed their leader in a tent in the most unsuspecting smear in an ordinary village. It was only by mere chance that a spy from our side spotted the leader. The good thing was that the terrorists had grown controlling from their past successes and let their guard down. Now it was up to me to terminate the terrorist leader.I crept closer to the tent my heart was pounding now. I could hear it pumping in my chest, as if wanting to break free. Concentrate I muttered under my breath, this was the all-important(a) part, I had to keep a steady hand and drive that saintly bullet straight into that ugly terrorists head. I stopped for a moment, checking that my silencer was still attached properly, even though I had reasonable checked moments before.I gently prodded open the tent, just enough so that I can look inside. There was the terrorist leader, pacing around the tent somewhat nervously, as if he had been expecting me. I felt a iciness 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 succession 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. Suddenly I heard a noise, the piercing smash of an empty cartridge hitting the ground, I ran and dived out of the tent, but it was likewise late. The bullets of a dozen machineguns, rifles, and pistols tore through the tent, reducing it to tatters.