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At the top of an old generation bank in svetlanskaya street, Tim was setting up a Bolt action sniper rifle -7.62*51mm NATO.308 he placed it in a suitable position, peered into the infrared lens. he scanned the whole street, and sighted the target, comming out of his car, and he slowly brought his hand to the trigger. " Goodbye" he muttered, and pulled the trigger. with lightening speed, the bullet hit the head of the target, sending brain matter flying in the air landing on some of the body guards of the man, as they duck. As Tim raised his head from sniper, he heard some faint movements as he turned sharply, a bullet hit his fore head from a silenced smith and wesson hand gun, before he could move a finger. Five minutes later, Don called
"agent Cole, i want u to move down to svetlanskaya, and check the status of the target" "copy that sir" cole replied. Cole replied.

CHAPTER ONE
AT VLADIVOSTOK, RUSSIA
An old man, dressed in a wornout suit,,went over to the receptionist at the Granit hotel. "Please i need a room for a night at the top floor" the receptionist handed over a piece of paper to the man. he took out a pair of glasses from his bag and put it on. after peering at it for a while, he pointed at one, and returned it to the receptionist. "It will cost you €300 sir" she replied in a russisn ascent. He gave her a note, and she handed the acess card of the room to him. he walked away with feeble steps. At a room at the top floor of the hotel, agent tim was setting his gadgets. He brought out a screen that looks like the monitor of a computer. He hanged it on the wall, took out his phone, and a usb cord. He connected his phone to the screen, and began to work his fingers on his phone. After about 5 minutes, "Gotcha" he said and began to pack his gadgets. He put on a skinlike thin cloth which made him resemble the old man. He wore his cloth, and went out.

"i welcome you all to this meeting of the catatrophic destroyers. This meeting is to brief you of the lastest operation which worths 50 million dollars. the target resides in russia, and his life has been paid for by his child. Agent Tim would handle that one. The encrypted details has been sent to your emai. I want to openly commend agent cole for a job weldone. Therefore, he would be going on vacation for six months in russia" as he stood up from his chair, others stood up till he was gone. then tge rest dispersed.
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in cole's room, he was packing some clothes into a briefcase. he took out his smith and wesson, strapped on his shoulder holster, and put the weapon into it. he went to his wardrobe, pressed some buttins, and opened it, after an after thought, he took out a browning 1911-22 pistol, and put it into a false opening at the base of the briefcase. he started putting on his cloth. He was wearing a tight fitting red top, and black jeans, with red loafers. he took up his briefcase, and walked out

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cole was punching a bag vigorously, with sweat dropping from his face. After series of punches, he took up a face towel, and cleaned his face. Then his phone rang, he took it up "hello don, good morning sir... ok, i'll be there in ten minutes time" he said as he walked out of the gym into his room. It was spacious with the wardrobe at the east of room, with a king sized bed beside it. On the wall facing the bed was 57 inches plasma t.v. he picked up a towel from his bed and hurried towards the bathroom.
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In a large oval shaped conference hall, there was a long transparent table, with people sitting at each side of the table. At the head of the table was a mean looking man. On his head was a black relaxed hair. He was light in complexion, cladded in an immaculate white suit. Beside him was cole, wearing a white tee shirt, white jeans, white versace shoes, with a gold chain around his neck, looking like an hip hop artiste.

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cole walked into the dressing room with long strides, and seconds later, he came out dressed in a biker's suit and a helmet, and walked towards the parking lot. As he walk towards a bike, jacobs asked him "hey buddy, where have u been?" "attending to some issues" he replied, and zoomed off, followed by Tobi, then Edward, followed by Frank, and jacobs.
soon, they were on the highway. After glancing at his wrist watch a few times, he reduced his speed making the cars speed past him, with jacobs moving foward, while he moved to the back. He pulls out his smith and wesson hand gun at one hand, and a desert eagle at his second hand, and moves towards the governor's car he releases some bullet, shattering the windscreen of the car with a bullet hitting the governor at the side of his neck, another one at the side of the stomach, and another one at his pelvic region. Before anyone could blink an eye, the bike was already speeding away, taking an alley. Five minutes later..
"Don, target taken care of. Thank you sir"

He steps out of his silver classic toyota camry of the 2017 model. He walks towards a shopping mall. After about five minutes, he comes out cladded in a black suit, over a white shirt, black pants, and shiny befitting pair of shoes. He walks over to his car, slipped into the driver seat, and zooms off.
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At the office of the governor, the chief security guard of the governor was dishing out instructions to his boys"Edward, u will drive the governor, Frank, you will drive behind Edward, while Tobi will drive ahead Edward. Collins and Jacobs will ride the bikes"they all went into the packing lot while the the the bikers went into the changing room. Seconds later, a voice calls from outside the door"collins, are needed at the packing lot" as he steps out of the door, a sledge hammer punch landed at the back of his head and he passed out. Silently, cole carries collins on his shoulders into the store room. He waited till the second biker comes out and heads towards the parking lot.

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PROLOGUE
TEXAS, USA...
"...fourty seven, fourty eight, fourty nine, fiftyyy" Cole fell on the tiled floor of his bedroom, after fifty push-ups. The muscles of his hand were stiff and bulging. He picks himself up, walks towards his wardrobe, made of expensive mahogany, and of a huge height of nine feet, and a breadth of six feet presses a button, and opens it. At the top section of the wardrobe were:a M-16 assault rifle, a Tavor TAR-21 assault rifle, and a steyrr AUG assault rifle. At the middle section were: A sig sauer P229 elite semi auto pistol, a Smith and Wesson SD9VE, a Browning.1911-22 compact, and a magnum.45 colt. while at the last section was a Hawk MM-1 grenade launcher. He takes out his favorite hand gun, the smith and wesson, and kisses it. Then his phone rang,"Good morning don" he said. He remains silent till the call ends, drops the phone on his bed nd walks towards the bathroom.