Body Count for week as of Monday: 1
Body Count for year: 32
Lifetime Body Count: 300+
I closed the small book I keep in my pocket after writing down the name of the man I had just killed, and put it and the pen away. It seems as if it will be a slow week.
I turned and walked back out into the street, hefting my bag back onto my shoulder, securing it across my chest. My bag is almost a part of me; no-one asks questions anyway. Who would bother to ask questions of someone who was seemed potential dangerous to their health?
I meandered down towards the HQ of the secret police. I felt that they might have a job for me. Anything to break the monotony of plain, easy assassinations.