Prologue

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I walked calmly out through the back entrance of the apartement building, my black combat boots not making a sound on the cement floor.

That was too easy, I thought, tossing the knife I'd used into my black duffel bag and wiping a smudge of blood on my jeans. Killing just isn't that exciting anymore.

As I jogged down the steps to the subway stop, I got out my burner phone and sent out a quick text to an untraceable number.

Mission accomplished

They knew I wanted a new target. I didn't even have to ask anymore.

Money is now in your account. File for new target attached.

I opened the file and a slow smile spread across my face. This was going to be fun.

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