Agent JEN9 finally got some sleep.
The next day, she met her backup. She briefed them in ten minutes.
The "Houston World Peace Festival" started that night, and Bavol Tui was speaking at the opening. Agent JEN9 took her position in the kitchen. It smelled like disinfectant.
The venue quickly filled up. The event started with a long and wandering speech from the mayor. The sleepy audience gave scattered applause. The mayor left.
From her obscured view from the kitchen, Agent JEN9 saw Bavol Tui stand. She brought out his drink while he walked to the podium. She placed the deadly liquid at his seat.
She wouldn't fail this time.
He cleared his throat.
"I thank you for your hospitality, Houston. I won't be long," he said. "There are some among you who are hurt. I have a message for you.
"Two days ago, I met a young woman who wanted to kill me. She was a lost soul. I offered to help her, but she ran away. She didn't want to change. I almost thought she was lost for good.
"Yesterday, she came back. We talked, and one thing was clear: even assassins can change."
Something twinged in Agent JEN9's heart. She suppressed it.
"I want to tell her- and you- one thing," he said. He looked around the venue, smiling. "The 'point of no return' does not exist. Your are capable of great changes. It will be hard, but it is never impossible."
He smiled directly at Agent JEN9. The silence of the crowd deafened her.
"It's up to you. Everyone, welcome to the 'Houston World Peace Festival.'"
His speech was short, but the audience roared. Agent JEN9 was silent.
Bavol Tui walked back to his seat. He reached for his glass.
Agent JEN9 made up her mind. Again.
She burst from her position, racing Bavol for the glass.
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Proof That Assassins Can Change
Storie brevi"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.
