Days, weeks, months, a year had passed. It felt like a blur. Like I was on autopilot and to be honest I was.

I did a few missions on higher value targets than what I had previously done. Sitting on my bed, it felt numb.

Hey Angle Of Death

Hi what do you need?

What's this feeling that I have?

Wait, are you feeling emotions?

Yeah I guess so, it's down putting one's you know.

Oh. Why's that? You're a machine

I dunno, I think it's the people that I've killed. Just so many.

Well put it this way, they were gonna die anyway.

Wow,such great comforting words

I chuckled as I said it. My thumbs fiddled around.

Well, you could see if you could get the emotions removed. I mean if it would make you feel better.

Nah. I'll still do my job just as well.

Well you kind of have to, you're a machine your programmed to do it.

Yeah I know. Thanks for helping me.

Not a problem.

I got a notification for a new target.

Find and kill: Davia Smith
Sex: Female
Age: 36
Height: 5ft 2
Description: Brown hair, brown eyes has a noticeable scar down her cheek. White and European.

Here we go again.