I sit on a bench by the side of the street, flicking through a newspaper. My target, blissfully unaware, continues walking past me. Poor guy, if only he knew what was coming. As for me, I have to leave now. Folding the newspaper, I stand up and hail a taxi. No sense in staying around to watch, especially when you know what happens.

After telling the driver my destination, a park on the other side of the city, I settle down against the seats and unfold the newspaper. As always, the headlines are captivating, if a bit exaggerated. The cover page is about the death of Bogdan Pearson, a wealthy businessman. One of my earlier targets.

Arriving at my destination, I pay the taxi driver and exit. Taking a glance at my watch, I start counting down seconds. Three... Two... One. On the other side of the city, Brice Lowell should be receiving a sharpened metal rod through the stomach.

I'd feel bad for him, if it weren't for the fact that I'm getting paid because of his death. I frowned. I'm getting sloppy, I should've waited one more week before another assassination. It was much too soon. While I'm confident I'll never be caught, it doesn't hurt to have all the pieces in place to ensure my survival.

That's the reason I only work solo. A partner would only slow me down, or sell me out to save themselves. I've had only one partner this entire time, and they're long gone now. I should've known back then that I'd never be able to keep a partner, I've always been alone.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a loud honk directly in front of me. Cursing myself for getting distracted, I leave the area. Time to pay a visit to the boss.

Author's Note
So, what do you think? I think I did pretty well.