Unmasked For Reality

In all my years, I always got the job done, I left no survivors and I never got seen. I was a ghost, I went in and out even before the body hit the floor. I am the best, I had no enemies that were seen as my rivals. Something must have changed.

I have two faces staring back at me and I have no idea who they are. I can fully understand the man but I hardly ever take a woman. It is just something I will not do. The faces aren't even familiar as I run through targets that I can remember.

Trayton ~“You will have to enlighten me but I don't know who you damn assholes are.”

Man ~“Don't tell me your fucking sick ass cannot make some sort of resemblance.”

Woman ~“I don't care if he remembers, I want the sack of shit dead.”

Man ~“I told you we are not making it so easy for him.”

Woman ~“And I told you we should just waste his ass.”

Man ~“It was my fucking idea to catch the asshole.”

Woman ~“And I am the one that found him.”

Man ~“Should I take five minutes to applaud you? You were too damn stup