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No More Killing? (Close to CORE)
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No More Killing? (Close to CORE)
The Serbian Assassin sat in his "office" awaiting his client. He was in a small worn out building that temporarily served as his place where his business transactions took place. He never used the same one twice because then people would know where to find him and he had a lot of enemies. Zoran simply moved around the country and set up different ones. They were usually small abandoned buildings that he thoroughly checked before the transaction occurred. He always made sure that they were secure and that he knew the best escape routes and so on. No one would catch him off guards.
He had gotten a call about a potential client, which was usual when he put himself on the market every month or so, but this call was different. This client had explicitly told him no killing would be allowed in his missions. This was not entirely unheard of in The Assassin's time, but at that point he usually told them they came to the wrong person and hung up. For some reason though, most certainly because of his recent thoughts on life, he decided to hang on the phone and hear him through. This time he had agreed to them meeting, though not necessarily a deal.
Now the Master Assassin sat back and once again considered his life. What was happening to him? Was he actually going to accept a job that didn't include killing? Looking around the room he just didn't know what he was doing with his life. He felt like he was being pulled somewhere without his own control. Running his hand through his bald head he tried to regain his composure, to others it would seem like a minimum amount of stress the way he was acting, but to him he felt like he had broken down. Reaching into the open drawer with his gun in it, he felt its cold hard, to him, reassuring surface. The man would be here any minute and the Assassin had to be ready to do business.
He had gotten a call about a potential client, which was usual when he put himself on the market every month or so, but this call was different. This client had explicitly told him no killing would be allowed in his missions. This was not entirely unheard of in The Assassin's time, but at that point he usually told them they came to the wrong person and hung up. For some reason though, most certainly because of his recent thoughts on life, he decided to hang on the phone and hear him through. This time he had agreed to them meeting, though not necessarily a deal.
Now the Master Assassin sat back and once again considered his life. What was happening to him? Was he actually going to accept a job that didn't include killing? Looking around the room he just didn't know what he was doing with his life. He felt like he was being pulled somewhere without his own control. Running his hand through his bald head he tried to regain his composure, to others it would seem like a minimum amount of stress the way he was acting, but to him he felt like he had broken down. Reaching into the open drawer with his gun in it, he felt its cold hard, to him, reassuring surface. The man would be here any minute and the Assassin had to be ready to do business.
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