[ WP ] Two people stand at opposite ends of a closed hallway , guns pointed at one another ... .

`` You killed my husband did n't you?'' She leveled the the barrel to my chest. 
 
 `` I did.'' My own gun pointing towards her. The assignment had rattled me, and I had made a mistake. My first in years. 
 
 `` Why?'' The pain in her voice cut me. 
 
 I looked back into the room and quickly looked away. `` He left us. We all know what that means... were too much of an investment to just let go.'' 
 
 Tears streaked down her face. `` He said they would come for him. That they would send someone... but to be you...'' 
 
 ``... We do n't get to choose our marks. They assign them to us.'' 
 
 `` And that makes this okay!?'' She screams, the gun wavering in her hands. 
 
 `` No... no it does n't... but if it was n't me it was going to be someone else.'' 
 
 `` You could have run away with us! You could have helped us. He was your broth-'' 
 
 My finger twitches and the sound of a silenced shot runs through the corridor.
