Hey peoples

So this is my prologue to a book type thing that iom writing at the moment. I hope someone reads it, because i put in a lot of effort. & i hope you enjoy





It's odd how often the most peculiar things don't stand out. In such a huge market square, with a thousand passers-by, what are the chances that none of them would notice a man striding confidently past, with a long black case to hold his gun, a terrifying glint in his eye that told of his mission, and the standard precautionary pistol at his waist. It was if he was a ghost to those around him. People have the tendency to subconsciously ignore what they don't want to see.
This man's name was Graham Di' Anno, or Anno as he preferred to be called. His dark brown hair was cut so close to his head that it gave the impression he had only began growing it back recently. He walked as if he was the only person around. He even made it look like if somebody did decide to pass by too closely, they would be barged through, like they didn't even exist.
And then he turned suddenly, almost robotically and entered a building that stretched high into the sky above all the others. He didn't head to a reception area, but proceeded straight to an iron staircase. His brown leather shoes clunked dully on his ascent. The huge climb bared no visible effect on his stamina, his mind focused on his mission, on the man he was to kill.

Anno entered out onto the rooftop which had been chosen for the shooting. He sat on the ledge overlooking the entire square, as he assembled the contents of the case, his killing machine. The breeze was cold, matching this man's malicious heart. He watched the minutes pass until his victim would emerge, ready to pick off. And sure enough, he emerged from a dark sedan far across the square.
Anno wasn't too sure why he had developed such a hatred for the young man, possibly just jealousy, all he knew was that he would be delighted to put a bullet in this one. He pressed his eye to the cold metal scope & watch the good sheep cross to his position. Anno had never had a personal killing before. He cursed at his sign of weakness. Hesitations cause mistakes. He pulled the trigger without another thought. Anno smiled as his victim fell, and even got a glimpse of the pool of blood before the innocent crowded around and blocked sight.
Mission complete. Anno was top man again. Phoenix Miles was dead. Anno descended the step without sparing a thought for his ex-colleague. How he did love his job.