Biting the bullet hidden mission6/12/2023 Perhaps not such a bad decision considering the woods at her back were filled with thornbushes and the crypt before her was stacked with vampires, but as far as Vayl was concerned, the outfit could not have been more perfect, either. Though the night was sultry for May, Jasmine had chosen black leather for her jacket, pants, and boots. And himself.īut now, watching from the cover of a monument so large it dwarfed the cedar tree beside it, Vayl found it difficult to perpetuate the lie. He found her methods fascinating and wished to observe her work firsthand.Īt least that was what he had told Pete. And despite increasingly daring exploits, she had so far escaped unharmed. According to the file Vayl had purloined, she seemed to have an uncanny ability to know where her prey crouched before they managed to pinpoint her position. After all, she had become something of a mythic figure within the CIA’s most obscure section.Ī fragile beauty with a halo of fiery hair who spoke tersely when she deigned to talk at all, Jasmine had never failed to hit her target. In fact, the only reason he had refused the opportunity to eliminate a nestleader, with the audacity to turn a state’s governor and either blackmail or bully its top authorities into transforming its capital into his own personal fiefdom, was because it interested him to see how Jasmine would handle the assignment. He supposed it would serve her well once again in her mission to smoke Almont, the Vulture of Indianapolis. She called it Grief, and Vayl noted that she had already transformed it into crossbow mode as it rested against her thigh. In her right she held the Walther PPK that had made her the envy of every other assassin in her department. Her left hand clutched a knife nearly as long as a machete. Jasmine Parks leaned against a maple tree at the edge of a grassy path, one booted ankle crossed over the other.
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