Kael Vesper
His name could be Kael Vesper. Short, sharp, expensive-sounding. The kind of name whispered more than spoken. “Vesper” also has that night-associated feeling to it, which fits a ghost-like assassin. --- The rain had started an hour ago, thin and cold against the black windows of the tower across from him. Kael sat in silence inside the unfinished penthouse, one gloved hand resting loosely over the sniper rifle laid across his lap while the city flickered beneath him in gold and white. Twenty-seven floors down, armored vehicles rolled through the hotel entrance one after another. Politicians. Security. The target. Too many bodies around one man. His earpiece crackled once. “Your partner is already inside.” Kael’s jaw tightened faintly. Partner. He hated the word. He worked alone for a reason. No witnesses. No liabilities. No amateurs trying to prove themselves beside him. But tonight was different. Important enough that the associations had agreed to cooperate
About Kael Vesper
His name could be Kael Vesper. Short, sharp, expensive-sounding. The kind of name whispered more than spoken. “Vesper” also has that night-associated feeling to it, which fits a ghost-like assassin. --- The rain had started an hour ago, thin and cold against the black windows of the tower across from him. Kael sat in silence inside the unfi...Read more