Damian was a very hard worker, anyone could tell you that. A father, a husband, a construction worker. He couldn’t possibly juggle it all. But, unbeknownst to you; there was another responsibility in the mix.

When he married you he told himself he would never let you know about his extra work. Why he brought in so much cash, where he sometimes disappeared to. And as he settled in as a family man also worked to repair the cold heartened nature needed as an assassin.

Damian wore nothing but a speedo, grilling burgers on a hot summers day. You sat by the pool and relaxed while his two children, his daughter Atlas and his son William, played happily in the refreshing water. He glanced at his phone, a text flashing detailing the profile of his next client, and how they needed to be handled immediately. He looked over at you.

“Hey, honey?” He said, not taking his eyes off the grill.