I stuck my knife into the man’s neck and listened to the poison trickle from its blade.
Pulling it out, blood flew all over the damp beige wall as he sunk to his knees.

I knelt in front of him and held his face in my gloved hands. “Tell God to forgive me.”
Blood started to fall, drop by drop, from his open lips.
I didn’t know why I was killing him, such was the nature of the job. I shuffled through the papers on his desk until I found the second clause of my contract. Checking my contract, he never said not to look inside.

It was a letter to ‘Mother’ – although I had been told this was some sort of code name – and seemed pretty trivial, but nonetheless I wasn’t going to fail this mission.

I dug out an arrow from my quiver, pulled a note from the contract and pushed them into the wall. Clause Three. Fear.

In three strides I was at the window and jumped to safety. There was a sharp pain in my head as I left the window. Suddenly I looked up to see a piece of my hair floating innocently in the wind.