*** London - 11:32 P.M.
"What the hell is taking everyone so long?"
I waited near an alley; apparently, my handler had something important to discuss with me. If this turned out to be just another job, I was definitely going to be pissed.
Who calls someone in the middle of the night just to hand out another job? A phone call would've been far better…
"Christ…"
I lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl upward as I fought off the boredom.
I was supposed to be free tonight, for fuck's sake. This had better be important, or I'm definitely upping my rates next month.
"E-Excuse me? Are you N-1?"
A voice came from the mouth of the alley—soft, uncertain, and unfamiliar. A woman. Vulnerable and clearly inexperienced. I'd heard that tone countless times.
Don't tell me they've saddled me with another partner.
How many times will they have to learn that anyone they pair with me just ends up dead?
No matter…
Guess this won't be much of a—CRACK
*** Present
"Huh?"
