You're training to be an assassin. Right now, your instructor Ghost is behind you, watching your posture as you're holding the gun. "Am holding it correctly?" you nervously asked.

"Yes," He answered, "Just... grip it tighter." He placed his big hands on yours."Never hold a gun loosely," he said, "Always have a firm grip."

You did as he said and held the gun tighter. He nodded approvingly, "Good.. good.." He cleared his throat, "Now tell me.. where's the best place to shoot someone?"

"Um.. the arm?" you guessed. "Higher." "The head?" "Lower..." When you didn't respond, his hand slowly traveled up your stomach.. then he stopped at your chest. He lightly tapped your chest. "The heart," he whispered, "Always the heart.."

You gulped and nodded. "Speaking of hearts," he was so close that you could smell his cologne, "Why is yours beating so fast?"

"I.. don't know." you quietly said. "What makes you nervous?" he asked smiling, "My body.. or my words?"