Cold wind bristles the trees. Leaves scatter as the children move like sheep, walking from house to house. Collecting their treats.
Cute princesses and adorable pirates. Kids dressed as faux vampires, scruffy werewolves, and pop-star zombies. Silly costumes, trivial things.
Things that won’t trick.
Not in the slightest.
They’ve no idea why they’re dressing up. What the goal is.
But I do.
And I partake properly.
Not because I’m stingy. Or because I’m some crazy “purist”. But because I know.
Tonight—and tonight only—it’s happening. They’re here.
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An assassin is sure.
That was the first lesson my mentor taught me.
Wavering—uncertainty—leads to missed moments. And, in the throes of life and death, every moment matters.
Every moment counts.
Hesitation can turn the tides. Flip the switch for someone else. For your target.
Or for you.
A steady hand is a requirement, but a stayed hand is a detriment.
There are many small lessons my mentor taught me. Phrases that I have lived my life by. That I will certainly die by. And he taught me many techniques. Many skills. How to deal with outrageous situations.
He prepared me for a lot of things.
He never prepared me for this. Continue reading “Missed Moments”