After hacking into the American Secretary of State's emails, we were able to identify several american spies in Russia. The first was this muscled assassin names Peter Isaacs. (of Course, he had a different name in Russia, a few in fact.)
We spent some time surveilling the man and planning our move. He spent his mornings on a jog around the park, waiting for his contact to show up. He suspected nothing when he jogged past us as we were "fixing an iron fence."
He never saw it coming as one of my men swung the pointed end of one of the posts in front of him. He ran right into it. The tip stuck straight into his navel and a further thrust from my man rammed it all the way through.
We pulled his bare, muscular body into our nearby van and watched him writhing in pain and succumbing. He was supposed to be one of the most highly trained assassins, instead he became one of the easiest kills we've made.
We spent some time surveilling the man and planning our move. He spent his mornings on a jog around the park, waiting for his contact to show up. He suspected nothing when he jogged past us as we were "fixing an iron fence."
He never saw it coming as one of my men swung the pointed end of one of the posts in front of him. He ran right into it. The tip stuck straight into his navel and a further thrust from my man rammed it all the way through.
We pulled his bare, muscular body into our nearby van and watched him writhing in pain and succumbing. He was supposed to be one of the most highly trained assassins, instead he became one of the easiest kills we've made.
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