Michael stepped out through the double stained glass doors and into the dark abandoned parking lot. It was very quiet and gave off an unwelcome presence that made Michael feel only more nervous. As he reached into is brown, oversized trench coat, pulling out his packet of Malbro.22 cigarettes, it began to rain lightly, but he knew more down pour was sure to follow which would only make things more difficult.

He reached into his cigarette packet and pullet out the one long crisp, straight cigarette that stood perfectly taller then the rest and drew it to his wet lips while lighting it with his other hand. It had been a while since he last smoked and he wanted to savor every last monument with his newly acquainted mistress.

As he took a long inhale of the cigarette he leaned his hand up against the car he was now standing adjacent to, but he slipped and almost fell choking on the smoke still in his mouth. As he regained his breath his first thought was the rain had made the car wet, but it had only been raining for a few brief minutes. He held his hand up against his cigarette to unveil the mystery that now plagued him. As he drew his hand closer to the light he saw that the liquid was not a white/clear substance but that of a shade of dark red, which could only be one thing…blood.

Michael quickly became very uneasy and started to pace slowly backwards, tripping on something; he ignited his lighter to see what he had fallen on. The lighter illuminated the area and he realized he hadn’t tripped on something but someone. The shock hit Michael as he realized that their laid Thomas Finch, the man Michael was suppose to meet. Now they would never have the pleasure. Michael quickly and thoroughly searched all of Tom’s pockets for the package he was meant to deliver. Finally he found what he was looking for, a white envelope neatly tucked away in his suits interior pocket.

Before he had a chance to open it and gaze upon the contents, he heard a noise from the other end of the parking lot, which was strange considering that this lot was deserted. He slowly pulled himself to his feet and began to survey the lot. He kept his ears sharp, the lot was silent, however he knew he was not alone. Michael reached inside his coat and pulled out his revolver and continued on. A sound came in the direction he was heading so he quickly moved towards where it came from.

Out of nowhere he took a hit to the chest, another followed again but he managed to block it and the next one. Michael continued his defense while trying to catch a glimpse of his attacker however his hooded jacket and the rain made it only harder to focus on his covered his face. He continued fighting, Michael landed an open fist on his foe but the foe didn’t even flinch. He grabbed Michael’s hand and threw it sideways putting Michael off balance, and before he knew it his feet was swept from underneath him now causing him to be suspended in the air. Michael’s enemy forced his fist into his chest. He flew back onto the ground and started rolling. Bracing himself, he reached to his side and drew out a small samurai sword, gaining his balance and raising himself up. He brushed the dust of his jacket casually, trying not to appear beaten, even though he knew he was in check. Michael wiped the rain from his brow and charged at his enemy, thrusting his sword at the enemy, but he dodged every attack. Out of nowhere the enemy now started advancing lunging at Michael. One punch, two, three and a fourth Michael now realized his was on the defense and his offensive was no more. Michael knew he had to act quickly or he would soon find himself checkmated. As the blood rushed threw his veins Michael focused and parried the fifth attack by side flipping to the left and it one graceful movement angled his sword and slashed the assassin across the left arm. The foe let out a high pitch scream. Michael now had the high ground and moved in for the killing blow but suddenly then behind them the double stained glassed doors burst open unleashing wave after wave of happily enlightened church attendees finishing their Sunday night service. This act caught Michael off guard he was sent flying by the foe onto the bonnet of his own car. Losing perception of his surroundings as he gathered himself he knew the Assassin was gone and along with that any leads.

Michael quietly entered his car and started the engine. He drove out of the lot; he threw the envelope on the passenger seat, no sooner then than the envelope landed, Michael’s phone began to ring. The caller idea listed the name, as Gabriel…Michael knew his boss wasn’t going to like the news he had to tell him.

hi all this is a draft i batched together for an idea im working on can people help tell me how it sounds etc, please be as harsh as possible if need be i like all the help i can get thankyou to all, sorry its so long
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