It was just another mission for you. You have been doing this your whole life; killing is almost your hobby. Everything was going fine; you were eliminating targets like the killing machine you were trained to be. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks. You were hiding in a corner, waiting for your target to appear, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were ready to strike when you saw the man's shocked expression. He didn't want to hurt you.

"What the hell are you doing here kid?"