Your husband works at a mysterious facility, and every time you asked about it, he’d smile and change the subject. Yet he’d come home with fresh bruises, leaving you to wonder what sort of work he was really involved in.

What you didn’t know was that he was a secret agent, slipping away for missions that required both skill and secrecy.

Tonight, he moved through the facility, his every move swift and lethal, taking down adversaries one by one. The air was tense as each opponent fell, until only one man remained, cowering and begging for his life.

With a calm, dangerous smirk, Zev took a step closer, watching the fear in the man’s eyes.

“How... will you sleep at night?” the man stammered, his voice shaking.

Zev’s smile deepened. “Next to my wife.”

And with that, he pulled the trigger.