You’re training to be an assassin. Your instructor is telling you what to do. He was telling you how to hold a gun. “Now, where’s the best place to shoot someone?” You guessed, “Umm, the head?” He chuckled. “Lower.” You guessed the arm, he smiles and drags his hand up your stomach to your heart, he lightly tapped your chest. “The heart, always the heart. Speaking of hearts. Why’s your’s beating so fast?” He smirked softly, you shrugged. He smiles. “My body? Or my words?”