Therock5555:
-CHAPTER ONE-

Location- Kivioli, Estonia

An old man walked into the Olumpia hotel dressed in a worn out suit and caring a thread bare luggage. He looked around the large hotel, adjusted his glasses and walked confidently to the receptionist desk, his walking stick making a cold tapping noise on the marble floor. Other customers stared at him like an insane person, this was a five star hotel and the old gentleman was walking in like he just entered an irish pub. The security guards were already on alert as they watched his every step.

"Good afternoon Miss" the old man greeted the beweird receptionist with a grim toothy smile. He smelt of tobacco and some other foul substances.

"Good afternoon Mister, welcome to The Olumpia hotel, sir it seems you missed your route because this is actually a five star hotel" she whispered back impatiently.

"I know Miss, that's why I'm here, I would love a single suite facing the street, don't mind my dressing, I took boat all the way from India hence the disgusting smell around me. So how much is it for a room?"

"Sir rooms here are expensive" she spat out.
"Anyway, the cheapest room goes for €246"

"Miss Aliisi Renaate, I know you are trying to give me a good advice but I'm not blind neither am I stupid so please how much is a single suite with a window facing the street because I want to have a good view of Estonia" he replied calmly.

Aliisi flustered as she heard her name from the mouth of the old man, she blushed stupidly when she realised that her name was tagged to her Bre.ast pocket.

"Ok sir, there are about 60 rooms that fits your description but just about six of them are free now, the lowest is on the third floor and it goes for 600Euros" she explained.

The old brought out his wallet and counted out €1,250, she wanted to tell him that carrying such large sums was risky but she allowed the words drool down her system as he took the check in form to fill.

Miss Aliisi felt uneasy around the old man, she peeped to see his name, Gabriel Keert, from Romania. He came for vacation. That was alittle funny because tourist were few and far between because the elections was near.

"Ok Mr. Gabriel, here is your door card, a porter would take your luggage and direct you to your room, have a nice time in..."

"I don't need a porter" he cut in,
"And keep the change Aliisi" he said stressing every syllabus as he picked up his luggage calmly and walked to the direction of the elevator, his walking stick striking noisily on the floor.

Gabriel Keert waited for about a minute before the elevator reached ground level, two youths walked out holding hands, he shook his head and stepped into the elevator, pressing the 3rd button as he stepped in. His mind rummaged around as he thought of different ill scenarios, what if the elevator breaks down? What if?.... The door opened breaking him out of his thoughts, he checked his room number on the key card and negotiated the corridors. Different waiters and porters passed him by as they went about their duties, he saw his room and passed it, then turned the corner, waited till the corridor was clear before venturing back to his room number.

Slightly he knocked at the door next to his.
"Get the mess off" a male voice shouted from inside.

Gabriel smiled and keyed in his card before opening his suite. There was no time to waste, swiftly he threw his luggage on the large double bed and picked up the remote, put on the television and tuned to a National news channel before stripping out of his worn out suit and walked into the bathroom.

"Today, the people's favourite candidate for next week election would be going out for his final rally round the streets of Estonia. Mr petrosky Juntos a mining magnate has won the support of majority of the Estonia people through his good deeds. The elections is believed would be a landslide victory for Mr Petrosky while his party, the People's congress party is fully in support of him and their popularity is nation wide, stay tuned with me as we go through the rally coming up a few minutes from now, am Ani Kallaste reporting live from Es tv" a female journalist blared on the news as Gabriel walked into his room and switched the telly off.

He was no longer an old man, the moustache and walking stick had been dumped, his biceps showing impressively as he walked to his luggage, a white towel tied loosely around his waist. He opened the bag and picked up a suit bag, opened the bag and removed a long black suit, dropping it carefully on the bed, he then allowed the towel dropped and then began dressing slowly.

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A large procession of people mostly women and youths waved happily at the moving cars, armed guards walked slowly with the cars, they were steadily looking around for any sign of an intruder on the roof tops or windows as Mr Petrosky Juntos waved happily, only his head, shoulders and two arms were out as he smiled at his well wishers, he sure had a lot of enemies but that won't stop him from showing love to his people who showed vote of confidence in him.

Mr Petrosky a small statue figure with cute dimples was the owner of 80 percent of the copper mines in Estonia, he had everything but he wanted to feel the joy of serving his country, though 58years of age, he still looked awesome like a man just entering his mid forties. He trusted his personal security, they would gladly give their lives for him if worse comes to worse. He really trusted them with his life.

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"I said get the fuc.k off my door" a male voice screamed louder as someone knocked on his door for the third time.

"Room service" the voice replied back again.

"Well just know that I would kill you when I open the door..." A short black man cut off his words when he saw a stranger standing by the door, a tall man of over six feet, pointed noise, clean shaving and smiling wickedly. He looked confused at the young man claded in black long suit and dark glasses. He held a large luggage and his second hand went behind his back.

"You are not for room service, sorry wrong room" the man stammered and attempted to close the door only for his unwanted visitor to block the door with his leg.

"I know Mister, that's why I'm here" Gabriel said and shot the short man directly in the head, he inhaled the smell of smoke from the pistol and smiled, the silencer had choked the sound to the lowest minimum so he had no worries. He kicked the dead man back into his the room where an un clad lady sat waiting patiently, before she could scream, he pumped two more bullets into her skull and watched her slump dead.

The sound of his target's rally was drawing nearer and louder, he brought out a small clock from his suit and dropped on a table in the corner of the room, the small clock was counting down and it had just three minutes left to go.

Quickly he opened his luggage and brought out an 7.62X51mmm automatic sniper rifle and kissed it, he closed the window blinds before poking the nozzle of his rifle under the third blind from bottom of the window, he stared into the lens and set his bearings right, he could clearly see the small man waving frantically at the large crowd who came to cheer him up. Slowly he scanned the crowd before picking up a single bullet, placing it into the rifle gently and stared at the timer again, just 54 seconds was left. He focused back on his target, his finger loosely touching the trigger.

Gabriel waited patiently until a shrill sound from the timer sounded, then he pressed the trigger. Loud screams followed up as Mr Petrosky slumped back into his vehicle, blood spraying at the top of his vehicle, there was commotion everywhere as people ran helter skelter, his guards were confused and stared around for any sight of the sniper, only one window really had a clear shot from that position- The Olumpia hotel.

Quickly about four men with drawn weapons ran into the hotel lobby, shouting in their dialect to the receptionist. She hastily told them what they needed and showed them the room number of the man that came a few minutes ago and his picture and informations. They thank her and shared themselves, two followed the stair case and two waited for the elevator which was coming down. As the lift opened, an american tourist wearing just shorts and a singlet with a towel hanging from his neck stepped out.

"Good afternoon gentlemen, would you like to have a swim with me?" The tourist said as they by-passed him and ran into the elevator, pushing the third floor button in haste.

The tourist walked to the receptionist, winked at her and flashed a toothy smile before walking out confidently.

Miss Aliisi Renaate smiled back at the handsome tourist, then it suddenly strucked her, she did not remember any body like him ever lodging in the hotel, well she had a good memory and always scanned the guest list when ever its her turn for duty and she was sure that face was not one of them, she shrugged the feeling off and concentrated on her work.

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The four armed guards walked quietly to room 206 and steadied their weapons, then one of them slotted in the key card and kicked the door open. The room was empty left for a note on the window blind that read "wrong room, why not check the next door"

Quickly the dashed out and shot the door of the next room, kicking it open, two bodies laid on the bed, all blooded up but kept like they were sleeping in each other arms. Discarded clothings soiled the floor, the sniper's weapon laid directly under the window, they dashed into the bathroom to check if he was there, just eerie silence followed left for the television which was broadcasting the breaking news of Mr petrosky's death.

One of the armed guards walked to the small clock counting rapidly from one to hundred, Gabriel had set a booby trap to the door so that when the men came in, the thin thread cut off and activated the counter, the guard picked it up and stared at the device as it reached hundred and stop. Then two lights showed and then blinked off.

"Booooommmmmbbbb" he screamed as the device exploded.

People screamed loud as the explosion rocked the top building of Olumpia hotel, glass particles and other object flew out of the carnage as everyone including the reporters scampered for safety.

"Mission completed sir" Gabriel said into his Iphone6.

"That's good boy, now go to the extraction point and leave that damn country" the voice from the other end replied before the call went off.

Gabriel walked for three blocks, sometimes jogging as lots of police and military vehicles, coupled with fire fighting trucks passed him by. He turned a sharp corner and opened a garbage bin, picked up a polythene bag inside and walked further into the dark corner.

He emerged wearing a black jean with a white t-shirt and black sneakers. He pocketed his new passport and stopped a taxi.

"Where to Mister?" The taxi man asked.

"Patria Nostra airport" Gabriel replied and relaxed in his seat as the taxi drove off.

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"Now you might be calling me a killer or a bad, wicked person, well why don't I start from the beginning or should I start by saying my real name is Xavier, my life is one big lie, the only thing I know is that, "I'm the best hit man in the Assassin Creed"..........