Project Snow

The whole conference room was filled with dead silence, all high class officers kept their mouths shut. It was no ordinary day, today is their chance to plot excavation. Finally, the stumps of heels from afar started to fill their range. Everyone's enthusiasm was fed. They're waiting for her and she's an hour late. Not for long, the glass window opened. Making way for the queen of guns and roses. It was no coincidence why she's here. She's called to do her job. Extinction... The head among the elites stood up proudly, greeting the assassin with nothing but a poker face and a serious stare. "Sit down, we'll start." His voice was filled with authority, none could break it. But she, on the other hand still looked at him arrogantly. 'You're not the boss of me.' She added inside her mind. With arms crossed and eyes darting in a fierce way, she spoke. "Straight to the point." Everyone kept their eyes open like monitoring CCTV cameras, watching every word and every action that they do. None could surpass the spectators. "Assassinate the King of the underground society. He lost all of his memory but we'll never forget the havoc he sent." The statement was coated in terror. A hint of anger sprinkled. It was the perfect recipe for Dylan's doom. "Tortured or swift kill?" She added her follow up question. "It doesn't matter how will he die, just kill him." The senior behind the shadow answered. His grudge were strong. His teeth even gritted while speaking. He couldn't hold his emotions. The assassin smirked in confidence. There's no problem at all, she just needs the exact location and everything will be made according to plan. "How much is the cost of his head?" She boldly asked. She's doing this for money, none could deny her urge to live a wealthy life behind those deaths. Their blood will always cost gold for a miner. "10 million dollars for the head of Dylan Bryst." The senior spoke for the second time. The amount wasn't a big deal. 10 million will be paid to its worth once they see his end. For ages, they stopped themselves from bringing doom to that king, but now, with the blood war still in rage, they have the perfect chance to kill their predator. Dylan's accident made him vulnerable. "What's the name of the project?" The assassin asked her last query. All was left silent. They couldn't come up for the perfect name to call their big project. But at last, the head officer looked by the window. There, he saw small snowflakes falling one by one. Little glimmer of snow reminded him of Dylan's end. Snow will no longer exist once the sun is up, and Dylan will melt to trepidation after he see their plans. That is what the head thought of. There, he spoke the name of the project. "Project Snow."