<span style="color: #FF0000">"If Micheal is hiding out there, that bastard is going to pay, and that's the only thing that's going to happen," Fernando said to Jayee, staring into her eyes as he did so. As she finally nodded her permission and let his shirt go, he slowly started to slide off the piece of rubble he was hiding on. Preparing his weapons and mind, he stepped out into the open, welcoming any of Micheal's thugs to come after him. He didn't, however, stray too far from the site, for he knew that if he left Jayee alone he wouldn't be able to protect her.<br/><br/>Silence. The dead type of silence, as if nothing in the vicinity were alive. Yet that kind of silence was often the most deceiving.<br/><br/>The moment that he heard the sound, he rolled to the side. Sure enough, a split second later the burst of a shot was heard and a bullet slapped the ground next to him. Continuing his roll, he placed his sniper along his arms and quickly scoped at the rooftop where the shot had come from. There the man was, frantically trying to reload his own sniper, but Fernando was too quick. This was his element, and in his experience no one was a faster or more lethal marksman than him. Quickly placing his target within the reticle, he pulled the trigger and saw as the bullet instantly hit its mark right on the man's forehead. It was an instant kill, and it caused the man to topple forward in a splatter of blood and fall down the building he had been aiming from.<br/><br/>Fernando knew that he had no time to celebrate the kill, however. He knew that there was someone else lurking about. Almost as soon as this thought went through his mind, a man jumped over the wall with two handguns pointed straight at him. Fernando made quick roll forward, drew his knife from his belt as he rolled underneath the man's legs, then quickly turned around and grabbed his neck to stop him as he quickly brought the knife up and made a lethal slash sideways. Blood spurted from the man's neck in rivulets as he fell forward, first on his knees, then on his face. <br/><br/>Fernando wiped his face away to clear some of the blood stains. He didn't know whether Jayee was watching, and he almost wished she wasn't. Everyone knew him to be a spy. No one knew that the reason he was so good at it was that he had been trained from a young age in the art of assassination. <br/><br/>His mind was so preoccupied with the thought that he lost his focus for a moment, not noticing the silent steps that had been creeping up behind him.<br/><br/>"Drop your weapons, put your hands up, and turn around slowly," came the sound of Micheal's voice.</span>