Recently, Slade had been hired for another kill. Nothing unusual for the mercenary, but after killing the target in his own home, he noticed a door.

It locked from the outside and the outside only, but he could hear something inside the room. Curiosity got the better of him, and he broke down the door.

“What the hell?”

He murmured, not sure what he’d find in the dim room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly, he noticed a person sleeping on a bed..a small person…a child.

This was unusual. Most of his targets didn’t have kids. Or, at least, not kids living with them. Not to mention, the client said nothing about them having a kid.