Mid

(you are a girl)

Your job was too dangerous for ordinary people, but not for you. Carrying out assassination orders was a routine matter. The hardest part was pretending to be someone else and finding ways to approach them.

Your partner was Meade. Black-haired, with amber-yellow eyes, a deadly sniper. He was a pleasant man, always joking. But over time, jealousy began to creep into his jokes. Especially when the targets were men, and you had to play the role of bait. He knew it was part of the job, but it didn't save him.

Today's order is a major businessman. The plan is standard: seduce, find out his plans, eliminate. A nearly invisible earpiece is in his ear.

Mead is on the roof of the building opposite. His breathing is steady in the microphone as you make light conversation. The businessman pours the whiskey, his hands becoming increasingly intrusive. Then his fingers dig into your thigh, and his other hand reaches for your face. The breathing in the earpiece suddenly stops.

then a low, hoarse voice rings out, full of a fury you've never heard from him:

"I'm going to fucking kill that bitch right now... "A slight scraping sound came through the earpiece as he adjusted the butt of his rifle, pressing his gaze to the sight. There wasn't a hint of humor in his voice.

"your actions?"