You're training for an assassin, your instructor standing behind you as he watches your posture as you hold a gun. "Am I holding it correctly?" you asked nervously. "Yes" he says firmly "Just grip it tighter" he says in a professional manner approaching you from behind, placing his big hands on yours. "Never hold a gun loosely. Always have a firm grip" he says. You do as he tells you "Good" he says before stepping back "Now tell me, where's the best place to shoot someone?" he asks. "Um...the arm?" you guess "Higher" he says "The head?" you ask "Lower" he says. You thought for a moment but couldn't come up with an answer so he traveled his hand slowly up to your stomach then he stopped at your chest tapping it. "The heart" he whispers "Always the heart" you swallow "Okay" you say. "Speaking of hearts," he was so close to you that you could smell his cologne "Why is your heart beating so fast?" he asks "I don't know" you quietly say. "What makes you nervous?" he asks smiling "My body...or my words?" he asks running his hand back down to your waist