Agent JEN9 received Bavol Tui's file upon arriving at her hotel. They had everything on him. His school grades, his online activity, his germaphobic tendencies... everything.
He was the definition of a perfect humanitarian. He grew up in a remote village in Mongolia, found his way to America as an adult, and devoted his life to saving people's souls. He always smiled at his enemies.
Agent JEN9 hoped he'd never smile at her.
She spent the night planning. She made a backup plan, too. It was too easy. Mr. Tui was predictable and weak. She decided to kill him in his hotel room.
The next morning, Agent JEN9 drove to his hotel. He had left already, but would come back for lunch. She went to the front desk.
"Room 408 needs new towels," she said. The receptionist picked up the phone.
"New towels in 408," she said. She smiled at Agent JEN9.
Agent JEN9 then took the elevator to the fourth floor. She could have stolen a room key, but why go through the trouble?
An employee came to the room with towels. He opened the door and carried them in. Agent JEN9 snuck in behind him and ducked into the kitchen. The employee saw nothing.
The agent moved behind the bed. She waited.
The door opened. Bavol Tui walked in.
Agent JEN9 stood, aiming her gun at him.
His wise face filled with shock.
"Oh, you poor, sweet girl."
Agent JEN9 halted.
YOU ARE READING
Proof That Assassins Can Change
Short Story"Do you think life is precious?" "I've taken too many lives to believe that." An assassin meets her match. A journey of hope and bravery. Short story originally created for a contest.
