Briefcase clenched inbetween my hands, a vigor powered by fear burning in my chest, I make my way into the abandoned warehouse.

The eerie sound of nothing, complimented by the pitch black of the night sky warrants searching around with my eyes, as if looking for ghosts when I know there’s only one person I should be expecting; my employer.

A young brunette girl who hired me to steal this briefcase.

Being a mercenary was far from easy work, but it helped me get way.. helped me put food on the plate of my daughter, gave me access to see my family in a world that doesn’t care about them. So I kill and steal, and I am not sorry for it.

The girl arrives not soon after me, wearing a pair of thick, round glasses. Her brunette hair layered, the confidence of someone who doesn’t deal in anything as common as money. Especially since she’s carrying (what I assume to be) mine in a briefcase of her own.

“Well done,” She greets, taking the briefcase from my hands with a smile. Yet not handing me mine. “You’re as good as they say.”

“Yes, I am. Which is why you should know I come at a price, and I always get payed”

Her eyes glimmer with something and she smirks subtly, as if something I said was laced with irony.. it’s only when the next words leave her mouth that I realize what’s happening: Take the shot. ****

**** Looking down to see a thick red dot aimed directly at my chest.

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