So. Today completely blew. I mean, I’ve had hundreds, if not thousands of these shitty days, but somehow? Somehow they’ve always seemed to work themselves out. But not today. Nope. Today was definitely a say where I constantly asked myself, ‘Why, oh why did I even bother getting up this morning?’ If I had known that today was going to go horribly, horribly wrong - if I just went with my rarely-if-ever-wrong instinct - I would have just called in sick, stayed in bed all day and watched “The Adventures of Pete and Pete”. But they need me. Ha, that’s good for a chuckle. They need me, they say. I’m an integral part of the mission, they tell me. Another joke. I’m an assassin, goddamit, not some police officer they call out to do surveillance! I can think of at least a dozen other guys who are more than willing - granted, I’m much better abled - than yours truly to do this. Back in the day? Back in the day this was the oppotunity we’d dream for; ANYTHING to get us out of that damned compound.

So we sat in that car - me and some other schmuck I didn’t trust with my discarded gum - just waiting. That’s when shit went bad. I was incredibly bored, so I decided to open my big mouth and ask what this guy did to warrant surveillance. My malevolent quote-unquote partner told me - tersely; I knew getting assigned to this guy wouldn’t make my day any better - that some time ago, a job went horribly wrong, and associate of ours was killed. I knew that, yet he still felt compelled to tell me the story of how my boyfriend was killed.

They warned me. I can’t say that I wasn’t warned against dating a fellow “employee”, but this wasn’t just dating. This was...I fell. Hard. I was head over heels about Todd, and I knew that if I didn’t show it, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.

Four years ago that sonofabitch took the love of my life away from me with one solitary bullet, and up until now I hadn’t given much thought to what I’d do if I ever found the bastard. But here I was, staring up through the grimey window right at him. We were just suppose to watch the guy, but I was never one to follow the rules very closely, if at all. So I shot the fuck. Just ran up to wherever he was hiding out, and pulled the trigger - several times. He was suppose to leave the building alive; so was Todd. Eye for an eye, I always say. It’s wrong to kill a man in cold blood. Boohoo. I’m an assassin, remember? Fuck what’s right and what’s wrong! No one ever told me what the difference between the two was.

Y’know normally? Normally it feels good to pop somebody. Most people don’t know this, or look at me like I’m crazy, but it’s eerily calming to kill someone. I guess what I was looking for was some closure, y’know? Some kind of...end to Todd and mine’s doomed-from-the-beginning relationship. And killing the bastard was the best form of closure I could think of.