I stood behind the building, peeping over the side edges, keeping an eye on my next target. Adjusting my glasses, I discreetly moved towards him keeping myself hidden amongst the shadows as the man, whom I was marking, calmly walked in the alley, approaching the door to one of the buildings. Rain poured down heavily, reducing my line of vision. The job was extremely hard and the weather made it more difficult. The building that my target was going to looked oddly similar to the rest. Plain, empty, deserted with no possible signs of anyone entering or leaving in quite a while.
Amidst the pitter-patter of rain drops, I silently made my way up to him, my hands in my coat pockets, my gun hugging my thighs, my badge hugging my wet breasts. Somewhere in the distance I heard the honking of a horn, forcing me to hide behind the phone booth that was near me, fearing the man may turn around and see me, but he did not. I put my hand on the gun, grasping it to give my self the strength to carry out my orders. I knew I had to get to him before he went in the building, so that I could kill him, finish what I had started and finally prove my worth.
The man, unaware of anyone around him, reached the door and began to unlock it. I took the gun out of my strap, brandished it and under the pelting rain, like a deadly wiper, slithered noiselessly across the water to where the man was.
"Hands up in the air, or the gunshot will be the last thing you'll ever hear," I yelled trying to make myself heard over the roar of the rain. I shook as I spoke, out of thrill, excitement, cold and most of all, fear. Fear of disappointment, of being branded a failure. The man however remained unaffected and unlocked the door. "Last warning, old man, raise your hands in the air, drop the keys and step aw-" but before I could finish my sentence a stream of bullets pierced the door, penetrating the body of the man and then mine. "I failed...." I thought as I fell on the ground, taking my last breaths. "I failed....."
"Samantha, you failed, again," sighed Jacob, my instructor, as I took off the helmet and embraced the warmth of the room. "This is the third time today!"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," I replied with disappointment.
"Well, never mind now. Relax your mind and come back tomorrow, we'll continue your training then, but next time, I shall not accept failure" Jacob told me.
"Yes sir," I replied, getting off the chair, still cursing myself.
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