[ WP ] You are an unassuming businessperson by day , but an elite assassin by night . One night , you get a new target : yourself .

`` *Well that's kinda funny*'' I thought to myself. 
 
 Making sure i read everything i needed to know i dropped the note into the burning fireplace and grabbed a bottle of scotch off the mantle. The house was quiet and only the sound of the occasional passing bus punctuated the silence. Pouring myself a glass i looked around at my life. The pictures of places i've been, friends i made and things i did. 
 
 It was all a cover though even if it was real. It was a straightforward business running a franchise outlet. Practically ran itself with my assistant manager, nice guy, doing all the real work. This left me to do my real job, taking care of people for my clients. 
 
 I sat in my chair and took a deep breath as i sipped my drink. Who would want my business guy persona dead? I was the very model of an upstanding citizen. Sure i killed people for a living, but no one knew that and even my clients only communicated with me through intermediaries. I took another sip as i contemplated my options. I had a plan for this contingency actually, fake my own death. The client is happy, i get paid and i could always start a new life. I already had the desiccated body of some homeless guy stashed beneath the floorboards. He matched my build and i smashed his teeth in to ensure he could n't be identified by dental records. It had been a good two years since i put him there but i honestly did n't expect to need him so soon. 
 
 I refilled my glass and stood up as the fireplace roared. I took a sip and noted just how good the scotch was. I glanced at the label, it was an expensive brand that i would n't have bought for myself. It was a gift from my assistant manager during our last Christmas party. A wry smile crept across my face as i realized the one person with the most to gain from my death was him. I took another sip. He finally grew the stones to make it to the top. I threw the bottle against the fireplace, not in malice or anger, but in pride. Flames erupted from the spill and rapidly consumed the surrounding carpet. The drapes started to smolder as i finished my glass in his honor. Tossing it into the inferno i grabbed my coat and my silenced pistol. I stepped out just as my house was consumed by flame. 
 
 Taking one final view of my old life I vanished into the night.
