It had been one of those days. Hell, it had been one of those weeks. For Jake, no one had come to hire him in days, and unfortunately for him, he was down to his last coins. He sat in the corner of the cheap bar drinking some liquid from a half-washed mug. As he took another swig, he glanced around the room for the nth time. He was waiting to meet his latest contact.
Finally, the bell over the door jangled, and in walked another person. The figure drew Jake’s attention for a couple reasons. Number one, it was a woman visiting a bar where no sane woman would ever deign to visit. For that matter, no sane person ought to be. Number two, she held her hand confidently over the gun at her hip, ready to draw at the smallest movement. Jake grinned sadistically. This was his client.
He stood up, heading towards both the door and his newest client. As he brushed by her he whispered in her ear, “You lookin’ for the assassin, honey? Follow me.”
She glared at him, then followed him out into the muddy streets. They walked down the main boulevard for a while, neither one speaking, until Jake finally took a sharp left off the path. He led her down towards a cave hidden in a sheltered grove.
She sat down calmly, then eyed him. After a moment she spoke, “My name is Michelle. I’m looking for the assassin, as you guessed. I presume you’re him?”
Jake nodded and waited for her to continue.
“I want you to kill someone for me.”
Jake laughed. “What a surprise. Usually that’s why you come looking for an assassin. Well, who’s it to be, honey? Relative? Friend? Enemy? I need a bit more information before I can continue.”
“I want you to kill me.”