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Composed. Patient. That is how my employers describe me. That’s why I can devise what I do, the plans I make, with little to no murmuring about what I am going to do. No one, not even those who work with me on my assignment s knows what I am going to do, or how I am going to do it. No one can catch me; everybody wants me. The United States wants my head… but they have some jobs for me first. The UK wants me alive for interrogation, then torture, then death. The Chinese and the Russians want me to take care of some people for them, with pay and protection. That’s the best offer, but I prefer to work alone. No matter what I decide, everyone is going to have to wait; I have a job to do first.

                 I’m sitting, waiting for the door to open, my chance to come. I ignore the smells that surround me. The garbage chute smell penetrates my senses, causing a distraction. I ignore the smutty, putrid, odor once again and focus. Once the bellboy opens the door, he won’t know what hit him. I don’t want him, so a knock out dart will do nicely. My real target waits, slowly drawing in his last breaths. I carry no cold calculating vehemency that makes me lose focus. I have no revenge wishes. The training I have received has been too long, too extensive for me to take a chance like that. Being sunk in cold water for hours at a time, then pulled out by rough ropes wrapped around my middle, hauling me into a sauna for more hours. Every day, this training goes on. They told me to ignore it…. They told me adjust… they said it was all in my mind. The first days were maddening. I nearly went mad. But my mind convinced me to adjust, so I did. And now? Now I am the number one person wanted by every major criminal investigation company in the world. I don’t see any of it. I only see my target, lying in a pool of crimson blood. When the newspapers hear about it, they will dig into the Senator’s background, and hear about the affair that killed. The mistress will be blamed, and once again, I will be celebrating my quiet success.

I am the Assassin.