My name is Jessica Falcon. I'm the best in the world at what I do. Being an assassin is my business and people, business is good. People who've seen my work call me "The Reaper", I don't remember any other names.

In fact... I don't remember much of anything. I keep having these flashes, flashes of a car crashing and flames exploding. Sometimes I wonder if I am going crazy, if my mind is slipping.

All I know is this; I have always been Jessica Falcon, I have always been alone and I will probably be until I die... humph, that day ain't here yet. I work with this thing called Orion, it's a machine built into my brain that sees potential terrorist threats, threats that people consider irrelevant, but not me. I know, because I built it.

I was a self taught genius, don't ask me how, because I can't remember anything about my past. I knew everything about machines and technology, along with my knowledge about a victims abdominal ateroa, among various other kill spots.

I remember going on this one mission, where I had to assassinate this man who had the names of potential peace makers. The mark was in Milan Italy, nice town, nice people, great food.

Orion told me exactly where he would be, he was at a history gala, where high profile people are auctioning off pieces of history to the highest bidder. I was also auctioning off something that day, a free bullet.
Perched on a bell tower, I had my target in my sights.

Pulling out my Sniper Rifle, I take aim, knowing that my target is far away. I close my eyes, taking in everything that is happening. The wind slowly kissing my chest and neck, fireworks going off as the people of Milan look in awe.

Slowing my heart rate to a crawl, I felt time slow down. I took the silent shot. Here is the thing about Sniper Rifles, the longer the bullet, the faster it will travel. In this case, it will not leave behind a messy scene. 

It was quick, clean, effective.

Watching the target fall to the ground, after the bullet traveled through his head, was very satisfying indeed. I know what you are thinking, who was the guy that I just killed? Well, his name was Taio Marcos, he's a Spanish accountant who secretly works for international extremists.

Those names were actually high profile ambassadors of the United Nations, if he would have sent those names to his superiors... well, I'll just say that things would have gotten ugly.

In my area of profession, there are rules to it all. Rule one; never kill a man or a woman with a family. Rule two; accomplish the task as efficiently as possible. Rule three; when the job is completed, walk away and do not leave a trace.

What do I mean by not leaving behind a trace? Blood, not by the victim, but blood by the assassin. If the wound you received is not deep enough, make sure you clean the area of your post. Bullet casings, don't leave any of those behind, it will be traced right back to you and you will be on every wanted poster around the world. Trust me, I know how this thing works, but I won't get into that now.

Being around this city, Angel City, all these people and their lives. Never knowing if they are the next victim of a killing. All they are to Orion are numbers on a list, whoever's number comes up, I investigate if they are the next victim or perpetrator.

Speaking of which, Orion came up with the next number on my list. His name was Darwin Xavier, a big time nuclear physicist who has access codes for warheads, planted at a secret base in Turkey. My mission is simple, kill him, destroy the warheads and get out of there, without a trace. It won't be easy, but nothing ever really is anyway.

I arrived in Turkey and Orion was not lying, this base is massive, words can't really describe the size of it. But I was not there to see the sights, I had a mission to complete. Luckily, I was on top of a rocky cliff, away from prying eyes. Time to scope out the area.

When on a mission, always get a disguise. There's a security guard by the door, along with two armed guns perched on a balcony. They are making this too easy for me, two death darts to the neck should do it. How did I come up with the term death darts? I built them with the poisonous touch of both a Black Mamba and a Scorpion.

I fire them and perfect silent aim, afterwards paralysis occurred, along with death. Two henchmen dead, dart to the neck. I hit the Security Guard with another death dart, making him suffer the same fate.

Change of plans, I'll take one of the goons uniforms. It won't stick out like a sore thumb. After that ordeal was done, I stepped into the base in awe of what I am seeing, the missiles were right in front of me, armed and ready to be launched.
If I wanted to complete this mission without making a mess, I had to do this with precision.

Ah, Sticky Grenade Gun. I have twenty minutes at best before more hired guns come in. After firing five sticky mines on to all five warheads, I am approached by those hired guns I was talking about. In front of me was the nuclear physicist, smiling as if he won.

"You have nowhere to run. I would advise that you leave here, if you value your life." Such a delusional man, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

"Well, I guess you are right. I am outnumbered and outgunned, you clearly have the advantage. However, that depends on where you stand!" I have Orion shut the lights in the base off, making this my personal playground.

The hired guns try to hunt me, but I am the predator and they are my prey. First, this fool tries to search for me in the lower corridor, sneak up behind him, twist neck in a one hundred and eighty degree angle. Dead within forty seconds.

Two guys approach the body of their comrade, I appear behind them, stab them both with Karambit knives in the abdominal ateroa. What a gusher really, dead within twenty four seconds.

One merc on the balcony. Detonate semtex placed on bar. He falls to his death, death within ten seconds of detonation. Four mercs surround me with guns pointed at me, no pressure.

First, slice their legs and make them shoot each other, they die by their own hands, fifteen seconds. Merc comes up from behind, tries to shank me, but fails. I grab his arm and break it at a ninety degree angle. Stab in the chest, he dies.

Two guys rush towards me, shoot them in the kneecaps with silencer, finish with headshots, nineteen seconds.
Only one remains, he prefers hand to hand. Dodge his roundhouse kick, stab him in left kneecap, throw knife into chest, he succumbs to death within twelve seconds.

The physicist is all that's left, he searches for me in panic, I can literally taste his fear.
I stand in front of him and I pull the trigger on my silencer. The bullet travels through his skull, taking his worthless life to hell. My work here is done, time for me to take my leave.

Walking away from the base, I detonate the mines that I placed on the warheads, destroying them. The explosion is laced with a special radiation burner, that kills the radiation left behind. Mission Accomplished.

Why do I do all these missions? I do them to help people. I also do them to give my life purpose, as I said, I don't remember my past. Someday, I will find out who I am, where I am from and why I was born. Until then, I will help those that need it, as an Assassin from a concerned third party. My story is just beginning.