Target Down - The Ghost Assassin

The lights from the towering Hilton Hotel and all the surrounding restaurants, bars and nightclubs, pour down, shining at their brightest. Making the streets of downtown New York glow and flash like the strobe lights on a dance floor. Minimizing the night's ambiance and turning it into a false sense of day.Party goers of all kinds roaming the sidewalks, holding tightly onto their pockets, while passing the myriad of beggars which loiter the alley way entrances, the half naked whores standing at traffic lights and their pushy, blinged up pimps, all the while looking for the next club entrance lines.Miserable food critics and the hungry waiting impatiently to be ushered in through restaurant doors. Letting the aromas of the kitchen's specialities out, adding to the already mixed night air.Hotel porters opening and closing doors. Unpacking vehicle trucks and pushing their luggage carts as they go about doing their jobs.Random people just out for a night stroll. Some walking their pe

My Dearest SkylarI know we haven't met. Nor have we spent any time together. As much as I didn't want to, I have had to watch you grow up, silently and from a far.I am also sorry to drop such a bomb shell on you as this, however, if you are reading this letter we will sadly never get the opporunity to meet face to face as I am most likely dead.I freeze for a few seconds, no longer chuckling at the thought of this being a prank. I scan down to the bottom of the letter to see what name is at the bottom. I stare at the name for a bit too long before deciding to carry on reading.I have sent a memory stick with this note as writing a letter would have taken forever. The memory stick will also allow for you to get to know me face to face.I know I have no rights when coming to you, however, I think you have the right to know who I am.The one thing I do need you to do is, once you have read this letter and have watched the video, to destroy it. It is imperative that you do.No-one must