Shadow's Within

2 : They're on to me!

I woke up feeling distraught the next morning. My eyes wouldn't shut free and let me fall into my field of dream. It's nerve wrecking. My unfinished job had come to haunt me even to this morning. Most people had trouble sleeping due to relationship problem, money difficulty, or family issues. But I couldn't sweep into oblivion because I couldn't kill a man. A target I was brought upon by my client and my organization.

I make my way towards the kitchen and fix myself my favorite morning brew, hot black coffee. I took a sip and the taste reminded of peace and calm; a time where I wouldn't trouble myself with assignment or death. It's like tasting heaven in a cup of joe.

My minds still wander back in reverse of yesterday event. Why couldn't I pull the trigger and kill him. It was a simple job just like any I had done before previously. Something within me was off putting last night. I shake the problem out of my head and prepare myself into shower.

The day went on as normally as it could and believe me, my life was never normal ever since I was drag into this line of business.

"Ting-tong" the doorbell rang.

My eyes dash forward to the door, then a knock followed through. Slowly I brace myself toward the door and peek through the hole to see my visitor but I couldn't see his face. His face was mask within the depth of his hat covering his appearance.

But even without his face I knew who he was. The symbol on his coat reveals it away. The emblem hovering the shape of two gun crisscross one another over a silver cross is the mark I knew I could never irritate.

The mark of my organization.

"CRAP!" my thought snapped.

How did they already knew I failed my mission last night. This was the organization I remember. They always know. Nothing slips by them. My stomach went sideways and churned. I could feel my heartbeat racing faster. These guys are very strict. I always heard of rumor fly by about other agent who failed in their mission; they never cease to exist. I was scared. Should I open this door and face my consequences.

Suddenly I had the urged to run out back and take my chances climbing the wall and window outside despite I'm currently living on the 13th floor. My eyes kept looking back at the window. This is the time to run I thought. But no, I knew it was futile. Nobody could run from them.

So, nervously, I turn the door knob and the door flew open revealing the man behind it.

The man face lit up as soon as he lifts his face. He had a tough face. Fox shape eyes with purse lips accompanied by a crescent scar waving down his cheek. He also had a clean cut hair but I could make out a little thin hair beneath the swath of hair showing that he is on the verge of bald. His brown trench coat kept his shirt and pants hidden. God knows what he has kept hidden under there, maybe a set of instrument that would ease his mission to vanish me in existence.

"Agent 27" the man said. His voice was as cold as ice.

"Yes" I reply.

"According to the main branch, you have failed in accomplishing your mission last night." He stared me deep into my soul. "May I ask what went wrong?" His gaze didn't fade from me.

"I...." I stammered. "I ran into some unprecedented problem."

"What kind of problem" The man asks again.

"A problem that wouldn't allow me to carry my mission" I retorted. "However, I was hoping to revisit the scene to relinquish my mission for a second time."

The man went quiet. He didn't speak for a few minutes.

"Very well" He suddenly said.

My face went bright.

"However" he continued. "If you fail again in delivering your mission, then the next encounter we will cross is the meeting where I would put a bullet into that pretty little head of yours." His eyes turn dead serious.

The room drop into silence. For a moment I couldn't even hear the buzzing noise of the television.

"So, I would pray well you would success in finishing the mission we gave you. Or else." He turn his back away from me and pull his hand above my eyes; his hand gesturing that of a gun and shot a bullet of air causing me to fell back few inches. Then he strode away from the day and out of sight.

I couldn't react or answer. I just stand there in front the door, covering my hand over my face to wipe the rain of sweat trickling down my cheek.

I had been given a second chance from the reaper. I had to kill that man. I must; or else my fate is just as good as him. Dead.