Assassin's Excerpt

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I took a deep breath and started to run. The plan was simple. All I had to do was get to the top of the ridge and I'd be safe.

I take longer strides than normal and try to go from left to right to hopefully throw them off my trail. It's not my first time doing this, I've learned my lesson from panic running. This job was too carefully planned for me to get caught now.

Halfway away from the ridge and I'm starting to feel the exhaustion in my legs. Only a little longer until I have to slowdown or else I won't be able to continue. Left, right, left, right, I continue until I'm roughly 80 yards away. I slow down and start to walk more than less normally, catching my breath. I reach in my backpack and find my water bottle around all the metal and shells. Never leave anything behind, it gets you caught. I drink the whole water bottle in one go while still walking and then shove it back in my bag.

Don't get me wrong, I don't necessarily like what I do, but I'm good at it and it pays well, so what else do I have going for me?

As I reach where the mountain levels outslightly for the ridge I hear a sound coming from the edge. What, I could've sworn nobody came up here, how could someone be waiting for me?

I quietly run behind a large rock and listen carefully to distinguish what it is. It sounds too soft forsomeone who wants to be there, but also too loud for someone who wants to stay hidden.

Wait, is that...crying?