Sometimes, to eliminate a target, you have to attack where they least expect it, where they feel safest.

And there's no denying that for people like him, home is the safest place. It's not as well guarded as his base but it was quite a challenge.

A minute and less than 30 seconds.

That's how much time Simon had to get inside. That's all the time the guards needed when they changed guards.

He moves carefully and quietly, searching the house for his target. When he passes the kitchen, he almost gets caught by you.

What are you doing here? No one has entered or left this house in weeks.

Who are you? His target's spouse? Maybe his child or a maid?

One thing is certain, no matter who you are, you must have been hidden in this house for a hell of a long time.

Simon peeks his head around the doorframe a little to look at you again. You move around the kitchen with grace and delicacy, preparing a beautifully smelling dinner.

"Well, that's an interesting surprise" he mumbled under his breath, his eyes refusing to leave your form.

The way you do it all so effortlessly, the way you hum a pleasant song. Simon feels a tightness in his chest at the thought that this isn't his home.