The Contract

The man padded softly around the house, his senses heightened as he listened for any sound of movement from the rooms, or for anything signalling he had been discovered; perhaps from one of the guard dogs he knew were patrolling the grounds of the mansion, or even from the guards themselves although he knew they were inept and usually tipsy in the evening. The guards themselves were interesting, almost a private army, albeit the worst army existing, their complete lack of discipline made it easy for the man to gain access to the house.
The man himself was tall and well built, his face was weathered and he had a scar from the top of his lip, almost straight up, past his cold blue eyes and ending just above his eyebrow. In those eyes reflected a harsh life, filled with violence and for such a young age, just twenty-one, he had seen more death than most see in there entire lifetime. Most of the death he had witnessed he had carried out himself as that was what he was, what he was born to do, a killer, one of the best. His profession had many names; assassin, hitman, murderer… the list continued. As for his name, only he himself knew that, the few people who knew of him simply knew him as "Wolf." The name suited him well, as he was exactly like a wolf, calculated, calm, cold and deadly.
His eyes darted around the room as he crept towards the door, which was slightly ajar and through which the sound of heavy breathing emitted, the heavy breath of someone sleeping. He knew this person was his target, the reclusive multi-millionaire who had managed to get under the skin of someone so much they had requested his removal. Wolf paused before he entered the room, something in the back of his mind had made him stop, now what was it? He thought back to his weeks of research, his apparently chance meeting with the maid and the seemingly innocent pillow talk, which drifted towards the house. That was it, he remembered, there was a tripwire stretched just behind the door, attached to a klaxon, if he set off the klaxon he was as good as dead.
He turned to the window and silently opened it before lowering himself out so he was hanging on the ledge before shimmying across the little ledge until he was below the window of his targets room, if anyone happened to look at the mansion, they wouldn't have seen him in his dark clothing and there was no moon, something Wolf had waited for to allow his movements to be undetected. He didn't stop but carried on, with the knowledge that the target always slept with one window open. He eventually found it and pulled himself into the room. The effort of shimmying around the building, hanging by just his fingertips had caused him to perspire slightly, but that was why he kept himself in shape. He walked towards the target pulling out a switchblade, which was painted black to prevent any light reflecting off it, and walked towards the bed. He saw the back of his targets head and walked around the bed so he could see that face of his target and ensure it was the right person. Once the target was in sight he stopped short and stared agape at the target, it couldn't be, there must be some mistake he thought and in his shock he stepped back straight into the tripwire, setting off the klaxon. Immediately the entire house was lit with light and the guard dogs began barking…

This is my first time writing, what do you think?

 

Forgot to add;
Should I continue or drop it?

 

Okay I'll start writing the next part then!

 

I'm going to write the update tonight (British time so in around 5 hours).

 

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I knoww! I've just been really busy! My week consists of;
Cage Fight Training, Work, Freerunning and working out. There's not enough time in the day! But I'll try to! 