Prologue

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A young woman calmly washed her dishes as she listened to the song blasting from the speakers in her living room. Her deep brown eyes were locked on the now clean plate in her hands as warm water ran through it.

The woman's husband came in and kissed her cheek before he left the house and got in his car. He drove away, leaving the woman behind in her house alone.

About 100 feet away, outside of her house, a man watched her carefully through his sniper as he waited for the perfect time to pull the trigger that was hovering beneath his fingers.

"30 seconds," a voice came from his earpiece as the man focused on the young woman dancing in her kitchen.

"Now."

The man pulled the trigger before the woman instantly collapsed on the floor, lifeless in seconds.

"Great job, Reed. Get out of there and claim your 25,000 dollars," the voice in the man's earpiece rang in his ears once more.

"I'll be there soon, Anderson. Kinda want to enjoy the view a bit," the man said into the earpiece before the voice chuckled.

The man breathed in the fresh air, looking at the grassy fields around him

"It's crazy how they looked so in love but her husband was the one who paid us to kill her," the voice in the earpiece said.

The man stood up before he started walking back to his car, "Yeah well, you can't trust anyone."

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