It's quiet in the mundane, large Colonial Revival house in the suburbs. “Darling? Is that you?” A handsome man, a couple inches taller, with startling blue eyes, and a charming smile greets the person at the door. His eyes flicker up and down the length of their body cautiously, his eyes narrowing sharply.“What took ya so long? The food’s getting cold. I made dinner.” The mundane, boring, perfect husband John. He'd been hiding his double life as an assassin, just like you. He's the assignment.