4:00am

4:00am

4:00am... That’s what time it is...

I have to be at work in 3 hours! What the heck is going on...

BAM BAM BAM!!

Is someone banging on my door... geeezzz what the freak man... Should I even get up ri-

BAM BAM BAM!!!

Ok let me see what’s going on here... I pull the covers off and slide my feet to the ground... I take a deep breath and shove my body up and off the bed... before I could even catch my balance hood.

BAM BAM BAM!!!!

My apartment is completely black, except for the floor to ceiling windows letting in the moon and the twinkle of the few lights left on in the other high rises across the city... I have been here 4 months and I seriously feel like I have not been living... but that doesn’t help me figure out what the freak is going on at my front door... I tiptoe to the door and let my hand slowly slide up the threshold and tip the peephole open...

scoffs

There is nothing there? Huh? I know I heard banging... and I-wait there is something there, I open the front door and low and behold there is a basket with a tiny black book in the middle of it... I looked down the hallway and saw no one... Was it one of my neighbors? Cause I can see the elevators and there’s now way they could have caught one that fast... mmmm it is getting chilly, let me just take the basket inside...

Now I only have 2 and a half hours.... Wonderful...

ring ring

Goodness gracious! I should be asleep...

“Hey Baby”

“Hey Ba-, wait, what’s the freak is going on?”

“Relax, I got something very special for you. Did you get the basket?”

“Yes, but-“

“Liza, shhh, just listen babe”

Brian what heck are you doing?? I know you are full of surprises since we have been dating, but this is quite ridiculous.

“Ok, I’m here” I can’t believe Brian is behind all this, I wish he would spit it out already, geeeez

“In the black book are the names and photos of ten Women you must dispel”

I know what that means, I have been a special task assassin for 4 years prior to this very moment. Four months ago I was in an accident and had to restart my cover I thought I had met a nice man who I could play “fresh life” with, but apparently he was my handler this whole time. It was time for me to make up my mind... I had delayed reporting back to the field for as long as possible, it was time. As the air fills my lungs my deep breath was interrupted by Brian’s voice over the phone.

“Liza, You know I don’t have time”

Wow he certainly had time the night before when he, well I’ll just say he is the reason I needed all my sleep tonight.

I pick upon the book and start flipping through the pages... a bartender, a teacher, an executive... all the Women in the book had full covers and each and every one of them was tangled deeper then they realized because the hit had already been made if I didn’t accept it someone else would and if I did not accept soon I would lose my opportunity to get back in and could very likely be out on the clean up list.

“Liza, the clock is ticking”

“I accept”

DING DING DING

Ahh, Why am I so exhausted... I felt like my dream was trying to push through as I tried to wake up... this one felt intense... what is this on my back, my pillows are this hard... I roll over and see a large black duffle bag on my bed... What the heck I sit up and pull it open to see a some really heavy looking guns with a black book and two $10,000 stacks.