Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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Can I ask you a question?
How do you respond when met with danger?
What happens to you when faced with catastrophe?
Okay, so that was two questions. Please forgive my curiosity.
I just have to know.
Do you run, and hide, in hopes of protecting yourself? Or do your muscles propel your forwards, before you even have enough time to think about what you're going to do next.
Do you relish in the focus that adrenaline invites, or do you resent the jitters it sends all over you body?
If these aren't things you know about yourself, you are in no way even able to consider doing the kind of work I did.
Because in my profession, you had to know yourself just as well as you did your target.
Your mark.
There's little use to tailing someone for weeks on end, and learning their routine; their strengths and weaknesses, and devising a plan on taking them out, if you didn't know how you would respond when confronted with that person in survival mode.
At their basest.
Human beings have pesky little habit of wanting to stay alive by any means necessary. And when they accepted survival couldn't be assured, they exhibited the kind of callousness that left those of us still alive in awe.
We saw it time on time, again and again.
Mass shooter turns the gun on himself. Scorned lover burns their home down with their spouse trapped in it, as a last act of possession. A regime killing whole generations of people, they labelled as the world's greatest evil, just to ascertain the continued consolidation of power.
So, if you don't know how you'll respond when met with this kind of adversity, you need not apply.
I can confidently say, that in the majority of instances, I ran towards the cataclysm.
The sound of bullets hitting flesh and mortar didn't stop me from charging in, gun raised, confident that I would be the victor.
The flames of an inferno didn't stop me from sweeping the building, assuring every last piece of evidence was ashen.
Not even a weapon formed against me, pointed right in my face inspired the desire to run.
In those circumstances, I happily advanced, ready for what could be my last fight. And the more often I did it, the more natural it became.
