Just Another Assignment, Right? (REWRITE)

Well, This Will Be Boring

Dream's POV

Only a day had passed since my last assignment before I was given a new task. In my opinion, it was incredibly, ridiculously unfair that I wasn't even given a break. I wished my higher ups would give me some time off, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.

It's nice to imagine... but alas, they're all jerks.

Regardless of my thoughts on the matter, I still had to be prepared. As I gathered my gear, which was a backpack, a set of knives, and a phone, I double checked the file I was given. This particular assignment was much more pointless than usual. Typically the reasoning between wanting someone dead made at least some sense; a terrible boss, old enemy, or political opponent were the most common. Which isn't to say that I thought those were good reasons to have someone killed, just that they actually had a purpose.

Not this person however. This time it was a woman upset with her ex, who had recently broken up with her. She did note that it was a messy breakup, but I couldn't have cared less. Besides, if you really loved someone surely you wouldn't want to pay for them to be assassinated.

Oh well, it isn't my job to judge. It's just a hobby.

Brushing that off, I examined the papers again, trying to absorb as much information as I could. I had looked it over before, but not very carefully.

I flipped the page over to see more details about the target. The first thing I saw was a picture of him, which was him and his ex standing in some park. I couldn't help the brief observation of his attractiveness, but I immediately shoved that down.

Nope, no, absolutely not. That is not what I need to be focusing on.

Instead of thinking too hard about his appearance, I turned my attention back to the words describing the situation. As always, most of it was relatively insignificant. Of the large portion of the page covered with information, the only useful information was the descriptions of his house and job.

He lived alone near a patch of secluded woods. He rarely left the house because his job was streaming on twitch and uploading youtube videos.

The woods will be useful, but his job might be a problem. A lot of people would notice his disappearance. Then again, none of his neighbors would get too suspicious for at least a week or so.

I reread the paper to make sure I didn't miss anything, and once I was satisfied I tucked it into the side pocket of my cargo pants. I glanced around the hotel room I was staying at, looking for anything I could take with me for entertainment.

Sadly, given that it was a hotel room, there was nothing. I couldn't even bring a cup of coffee, considering that I'd probably drop it at some point.

With a groan, I sat up, stretched my muscles, and mentally prepared myself for the painfully slow hours to come.

Here goes to another boring assignment. Great.