The Shadow Hunter

The Shadow Hunter

He was running through the dense brush, pushing the dark green leaves out of his path as he went. He paused and listened. Branches being broken by careless steps to his left, gruff shouts far off to his right, and the constant buzzing of scout drones overhead. The Shadow Hunter was not used to running. It was cowardly, and he could easily slide behind his pursuers and finish his mission. But the mission had been compromised. He kept moving. It was getting dark, and he needed to get cover before the scout drones could begin thermal scanning.
It was his fault that the mission was compromised. He was getting rusty; it was a careless mistake. Instead of hiding the guard's body, he had merely pushed it into a dark corner. It was the stupid door! The code had been changed, and he had to decipher it again before it would open. When the floodlights inside the building came on, it took the Galaga Warriors two mere seconds to sound the alarm. Another mistake like that could cost him his life. And he wasn't employed to make mistakes; no, he was hired to kill the most powerful Shadow in the empire. Next time, he wouldn't make a mistake. And Mist would finally be dead.