She practically spat those words onto my face. I wanted to retort but her goons already had me gagged and tied so all I could do was glare, in a hopefully intimidating way, at her.

“I mean seriously, you burst through my window. Not discrete at ALL, immediately start firing at God knows what and only manage to land one bullet…in my god damn cat.” She gestured to the now deceased feline on the ground. I had to admit I felt a little bad for it. Again I tried speaking but the gag made it practically impossible to do that without, well, gagging. So my clever remark probably came out as a less-than Intimidating mumble.

She sighed again in exasperation, is it weird that I’m offended that the person I was hired to assassin wasn’t impressed by my assassination skills?

“Let’s make this quick,” he’d rested flittered to the clock on the wall, “I gotta kill you, then find whoever hired you and kill them too. So!” She clasped her hands together then grabbed the crowbar on the table I had been wary about this entire time.

She walked over to me dragging the crowbar on the ground creating a jarring noise. Placed the crowbar right below my chin and whispered

“Lets get started shall we?”