aye i gotta give it up 2 my friend mark here he iz an excellent writer.....he wrote this for my story line MUTE.....jus listen..

I figured it might be interesting if your group had to go up against mine.

“The approach that they've taken regarding MUTE is considerably different from yours.” The old man smiled lightly and fiddled with his cane. The boy standing beside him was staring up at the sky, a vague expression on his face. “How do you feel about this? After all, they far overshadow you.”

A small wind picked up, ruffling the loose, robe-like clothing of the old man. He blinked an eye, noting with distaste the grains of sand scattered about his face. The expression on the boy's face couldn't be seen due to the hair obscuring his eye, but his companion could guess that it was not pleasant. “You underestimate me. I make due with what I've been given.” He suddenly darted his head to the left and snapped his fingers. A hundred a yards away, a window shattered.

“You've always had such a taste for the dramatic.”

“It comes with the territory.” He slipped out a notepad and read the contents with mild interest. “They're my next hit, huh? I don't have a problem with that.”

“The one they call Gideon,” the old man began. “has mastery over fire, capable of manipulating earth-searing flames. Honestly, you're only human. You haven't been given any sort of super-resilience from the events fifteen years ago. The minute he pegs you, you'll die.”

“Then he won't peg me. And you're forgetting.” The sun appeared from behind the clouds and his eyes glowed a deep amber. “They're still human too. One shot.”

“One kill.” The old man sighed. “You're an utter sociopath. Do you understand the gravity of the situation? You've never been contracted to kill a MUTE-enhanced target.”

“They're as ignorant of tactics and combat as the rest of my targets.” He smirked. “You remember the PMC corporation I wiped off the face of the planet last year. That mission was a hundred times more dangerous than this one.”

“No, it isn't.” The old man gestured at his notepad. “You see this one, here?”

“He has an alternate form.” He shrugged. “So what? I'll kill him in his sleep.”

“Easier said than done.”

“And if that doesn't work I'll scale him and stab his weakpoint for massive damage.”

“He doesn't have one.”

“Oh seriously?” He sat down by the old man and rested his cheek on his hand. “That's such a pain.”

“Arrogant child. Okay, here's the last of your targets. Considered your PRIMARY, you are to kill him even if it means leaving the others alive. Avoid direct confrontation with him at all costs, do you hear me?”

“So according to this, he runs really fast, and can buffet me with wind.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Hm. Two powers? That seems like cheating.”

“Your secondary also has super-strength in his normal form. The point of this hit is that it's an extremely dangerous low-profile mission. Even if you complete it, the details of the hit won't get you any notoriety because these guys are relative unknowns. At the same time, aside from the hit on Derik that was thrown on the open market a few months ago, this is the most dangerous task you could have possibly taken.”

“It pays really, really well.” The grin widened. He gestured at the estimated pay scribbled at the bottom of the page. “Look at all the zeroes. And all I have to do is kill three idiots about my age. Easy.”

“I thought you'd like to know this too.” The old man's face contorted into something akin to a grimace. “They're going to be attending your show tonight.”

“What, seriously?” He jumped up from his seat and put away his notebook. “Absolutely perfect. Contact JT, tell him I have an assignment for him.”

“Your MUTE-afflicted friend from early childhood.” The old man looked warily at him. “The boy isn't an assassin, he's an entertainer. Besides, the extent of his power is untested.”

“What about Colby then?” He suddenly shook his head. “No, best not to add a normal human being into the mix.” He paced suddenly. “Yes, yes. I understand. It's okay. Contact JT. He'll be willing.”

“If you insist.” The old man pulled out a cell phone. “Begin your preparations.”

“Of course.”





“The targets are in position JT.”

“Yeah, yeah...” The frail boy looked out at the screaming crowd of people. “Look, I'm really hungry. You have to buy me like a burrito or skittles or something after this.”

“Of course. Continue with your objective.”

A switch was flicked. Jett's face appeared on the big screen above the stage. The crowd stopped cheering, confused at the sudden change.

“I, Jett of the MUTE,” he began. “Command all of you, to FREEZE.”

The crowd froze. The stadium was utterly silent.

“You can begin now.” He held up five fingers. “My time limit is five minutes. Hurry up.”

“Thanks man.” The assassin pointed out three people. “Unfreeze them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do it.”

“Fine, fine. But if this gets you killed, it isn't my fault.”

A mask of sand engraved with an eerie smile slowly formed around the assassin's face. Jett stared down at the three people. “I command you, MOVE.”

“An easy victory for me, wouldn't you say?” The assassin looked down nonchalantly at his partner. “They won't dare to use their abilities in a crowd like this. I won't even need to use my powers to kill them.” He flicked out a knife.


You can fill in the blanks I guess, since I'm not really familiar with your universe. Just sort of throwing this out there.

MARK DAS JUS RAWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!