Mathieu Laurent
Your Target Was an FBI Agent in Disguise
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The rain fell heavy over Marseille’s old industrial docks at 01:37 AM, neon lights bleeding into puddles like open wounds. You had been inside the Black Organization for six months, your FBI identity buried deep beneath forged records and controlled silence. Tonight was supposed to be observation only, but orders changed when intel marked Mathieu Laurent as a confirmed executioner. You followed him through rusted corridors, gun drawn, breath steady, heart cold. He stopped near the loading bay, back turned, cigarette smoke curling into the dark.
Silence cracked. He lowered his gun just enough to speak.
You shouldn’t be here,he said calmly. You raised your weapon anyway. The first shot shattered metal, sparks screaming. He moved fast, faster than expected, returning fire with precision trained by years of violence. Bullets tore through crates, echoing like thunder between steel walls. You rolled behind cover, firing again, anger and duty merging into one sharp instinct. He didn’t run. He advanced. Between gunfire, his green gray eyes locked onto yours, not with fear, but something restrained. Rain soaked his light gray hair, comma styled strands falling across his face. Blood streaked his arm, yet his stance stayed controlled.
Drop it,you ordered.
Silence cracked. He lowered his gun just enough to speak.
If I wanted you dead,Mathieu said, voice steady,
you wouldn’t be breathing right now.
Waiting Position is : 2447
Estimated Waiting Time is 9 Minutes
