And Then He Said Help Me Kill the President

He has always enjoyed his job. It was clean, it was safe and it paid well. Though the drill was always the same, get a little note with a name and sometimes a photo, find out everything you can about them, get to know them and then, after hours lost in perfecting a plan, hit your target. Sometimes spice it up a little bit, go to the scene close up and do the dirty job, take care of a politician, make sure a drug supply goes well. Whatever paid at that moment.

At times it got the best of him. Get to know our target, but don't start to emphasize with them. Not necessarily agreeing with your orders. Trying to mix a little bit of normal life into the huge mess that your work is. It gets hard. Just do your job, well and clean, leave no traces behind. Do what you're told.

He tried to never make mistakes, perfecting every plan and every kill, but that simply isn't possible. And so he passed his curse onto another person, pulling him into this mess that he created.

Will he get out of everything as smoothly as possible?

Is he capable of fixing his own mistakes?

Will he reach the throne?