“The night creeps in on little cat feet. It’s loud compared to me.”
With darkness as a shield and night itself as a weapon, stealth can become deadlier than direct force ever could. Some dedicate their particular talents to becoming as fast as the coming of dusk and as quiet as the last breath of their victims. These silent killers have gone by many names over the years: assassin, ninja, serial killer, patriot. Whether they serve their own gruesome cause or the salvation of a country by means more subtle than open, their skill at the art of the quiet kill cannot be denied.