“Don’t let me down,” I whispered through the walkie-talkie I held on my left hand.

“Roger that,” I heard through the walkie-talkie. “It takes more than this to kill me,”

“Operation: Art of Love starts now,” I hissed as I swung myself out of the mountain ledge I was balanced precariously upon. I was the first one in the sky, but I knew Jane would be following closely behind.

I let out my parachute, and the sudden jerk back almost crushed my ribs. Floating down upon the target’s house, I was experiencing almost zero gravity and boy was it exhilarating. I landed with a great thump upon the roof, I made it!

“Leave out all the rest,” I commanded Jane who landed beside me, “Just get the target and we clear, pronto.”

A shot to the chest was all that was needed. “Time to erase and rewind,” I said, as we strolled out from the front door.

My cellphone rang. I smirked. Here we go again.