Riley borrowed a car and drove back to Houston. She needed to see Bavol Tui to thank him.
She was free, never to murder again. She could do anything she wanted.
She turned on the radio. She flipped through the stations, humming to songs she recognized.
A word caught her attention. She stayed on the station.
"Tragic loss in Houston. Spiritual leader Bavol Tui was murdered this morning."
Riley's heart sunk.
Of course. She forgot about the other agents.
She took the next exit and parked on the side.
She took a deep breath, letting tears fall for the first time in years.
She started driving towards Wichita Falls.
-The End-
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Proof That Assassins Can Change
Короткий рассказ"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.
