Mask knew Benson Bolade, the favorite in the upcoming presidential election, was the boss of "Great Kali Cartel" which controlled eighty percent of the Lagos - Addis Ababa cocaine trade and made over a billion dollars a year. He knew he was one of many sacrifices he had to make if he was going to avenge his mother and brother's death.. He had been ordered to assassinate him within 72hours and he had been trailing him thereafter ..
Benson was giving his speech at a stadium "within a hundred days you will see changes in our country that you wouldn't have believed possible in a hundred years because when I'm your president.........."
Mask slowly nestled his stock of black mamba onto his shoulder, it felt like an old friend, but the it should have :every part had been handcrafted to his exact specifications, looking down on the crowd, he was about to deliver his coup de grace..
Mask waited patiently, never leave yourself in the open for longer than necessary
"....... We shall conquer inflation......"
Three minutes
"...... Conquer unemployment...... "
Mask breathed out
"....... And thereby conquer poverty...."
Two minutes, mask sigh
".......I love my country!....
The Mob screamed back in frenzy, although many of them were more than paid flunkies strategically placed among the crowd..
"I love Nigeria! "The candidate dropped his voice almost to a whisper. A minute left, mask lined up the tiny mil dots until they were an inch above the candidate's heart and breathed out as he tightened the fingers of his left hand around the gun." Three, two, one" he murmured under his breadth before gently sneezing the trigger.
Benson was still smiling as the boat-tailed bullet tore into his chest, he stumped like a puppet, fragments of bone, muscles, tissues, flying in every direction. Blood spurted over those who stood nearest to him, the candidate outstretched his arms as if he were surrendering to an unknown enemy.
Mask lowered the riffle and closed the widows,his assignment was completed. Benson's body guards surrounded him, they leader ran towards him and tore his shirt open, hoping to stop the bleeding before the contacted ambulance arrived. However when he saw the wound he was hit with great melancholy.
He knew he could never survive the shot, it was a perfect one taken by a born killer, not even a trained professional could have taken that shot.. He knew the only person on earth who could have taken it, the scariest killer ever, one he hoped never to encounter..
He murmured to himself "MASK HUNTER".
Mask knew Benson Bolade, the favorite in the upcoming presidential election, was the boss of "Great Kali Cartel" which controlled eighty percent of the Lagos - Addis Ababa cocaine trade and made over a billion dollars a year. He knew he was one of many sacrifices he had to make if he was going to avenge his mother and brother's death.. He had been ordered to assassinate him within 72hours and he had been trailing him thereafter ..
Benson was giving his speech at a stadium "within a hundred days you will see changes in our country that you wouldn't have believed possible in a hundred years because when I'm your president.........."
Mask slowly nestled his stock of black mamba onto his shoulder, it felt like an old friend, but the it should have :every part had been handcrafted to his exact specifications, looking down on the crowd, he was about to deliver his coup de grace..
Mask waited patiently, never leave yourself in the open for longer than necessary
"....... We shall conquer inflation......"
Three minutes
"...... Conquer unemployment...... "
Mask breathed out
"....... And thereby conquer poverty...."
Two minutes, mask sigh
".......I love my country!....
The Mob screamed back in frenzy, although many of them were more than paid flunkies strategically placed among the crowd..
"I love Nigeria! "The candidate dropped his voice almost to a whisper. A minute left, mask lined up the tiny mil dots until they were an inch above the candidate's heart and breathed out as he tightened the fingers of his left hand around the gun." Three, two, one" he murmured under his breadth before gently sneezing the trigger.
Benson was still smiling as the boat-tailed bullet tore into his chest, he stumped like a puppet, fragments of bone, muscles, tissues, flying in every direction. Blood spurted over those who stood nearest to him, the candidate outstretched his arms as if he were surrendering to an unknown enemy.
Mask lowered the riffle and closed the widows,his assignment was completed. Benson's body guards surrounded him, they leader ran towards him and tore his shirt open, hoping to stop the bleeding before the contacted ambulance arrived. However when he saw the wound he was hit with great melancholy.
He knew he could never survive the shot, it was a perfect one taken by a born killer, not even a trained professional could have taken that shot.. He knew the only person on earth who could have taken it, the scariest killer ever, one he hoped never to encounter..
He murmured to himself "MASK HUNTER".
