[ WP ] You are a professional hitman for the past 15 years , that is until you botch a job and end up with amnesia , waking up you remember nothing of the last 20 years , at this point you were not at all in the business , you 're approached to do a hit ... or die .

`` Do we have a deal?'' 
 
 
 The sound of his voice was distant to me as I was processing the information I had just learned. 
 
 
 `` Listen... I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm a school teacher. I teach kindergarten kids. It's all I've done-'' 
 
 
 `` You do n't have a choice Rosanna. You do this job or you will become the job.'' 
 
 
 `` I've never killed anyone in my life for fucks sake!'' 
 
 
 He was n't listening. Its like every counter I gave just bounced off his beefy gorilla chest. His smug look was only annoying me and he kept tapping his fat fingers to his knee. It almost felt like I knew him but I could n't find a single memory of the guy. 
 
 
 `` Its a simple job darlin'. And you're the right person for it. You do n't need to keep using your cover up. I can provide you with the right information and tools, you just have to do the handy work.....'' 
 
 
 He just keeps talking about doing this job like I know what the fuck I'd be doing. Where did he get this insane idea from? People just do n't do this type of stuff for a living.... What is this? I'm not in a movie. 
 
 
 `` You just ca n't forget training like that.'' He sighed. And reached for a brief case on the floor and opened it. `` Here's the file. It has everything you need to know about the'job' including the payment afterwards. We're going to give you two weeks after you're out of here to do it... If you do n't... Well it's been a pleasure knowing you.'' He huffed out of the seat and made his way to the door. He paused and turned back to me. `` You'll have a package delivered to your place with the tools in a few days. Do n't worry about your door being locked, we have an extra key.'' And with that he left. 
 
 
 Mother fucker. There's no way he's serious.... I'm in a fucking hospital and all I know is that I was on my way to the school when I was hit anything before that I've no recollection... yet he seemed familiar to me. 
 
 I looked at the manila folder he placed on my legs. I was too dumb funded to reach for it... It ca n't be too bad... C'mon girl. This could be all made up. I could be dreaming... in a coma... 
 
 
 And if I'm not? 
 
 
 Fuck this shit. I picked up the folder and opened it. There was a picture of a rather handsome man in a suit who looked pretty important... William D. Marin. 36 years old. 6'' 1''... Family in France. Philanthropist... Deals in antiques and owns some businesses out of the U.S. in various countries. This guy did not look like a bad person.... 
 
 
 OK... So he knew too much. Not a friend of any government from the looks of it. Maybe he was investigating something he should n't have and now there's a hit on him... His last known location was in Chile and he traveled out to Argentina. He could be between countries or even back home in France... Nothing else. No notes, little info. 
 
 
 The fat man seemed serious in the fact that I'd be killed if I did not comply. And I'm not stupid, I do n't want to die so young. But I'm not equipped to kill someone. I do n't think my mind can handle such responsibility.... But my life is on the line and this guy is the difference between breathing today and being buried tomorrow. No choice. 
 
 
 I was discharged the following day. The doctors said I made a speedy recovery, fastest they've seen for someone who got into that bad of a car wreck. They said it was luck, a fluke, I should have been killed but I survived. Lucky me... I should have died. Then I would n't be stuck in this mess. 
 
 
 When I arrived at my house there was a suitcase waiting for me right in the foyer. It was prepacked with clothes for me and sitting right on top was a small package. I tore the tape off and opened it. 
 
 
 Passport, I.D's, money and maps to locations of where I'll be staying until I find him each with specific instructions and where to locate the tools I need once I do find him. Fuck, they really laid everything out to make it easy. They really only needed some one to do the dirty work. 
 
 
 `` Time is ticking Rosanna. I would leave now if I were you.'' Fuck... I turned around. It was the fat man standing at the door. Behind him I could see a sleek black car running. `` Its your ride to the air port darlin'. We want you to get this done as soon as possible.'' 
 
 
 `` No chance for a meal or shower? Fantastic.'' I grabbed the suit case and a little pain shot up my arm. Still sore from impact. I walked passed the fat man to the car and turned to look at him before getting in. `` Lock up for me will you!'' He just grinned at me and waved that fat arm of his to say bye. Fucking prick. As soon as I closed the car door we were off to the air port. The driver would n't even say one word to me. I looked to my right and saw a pair of clothes with a note on top. 
 
 
'Put the window up and change, you look like trash, darling.' 
 
 
 No shit fat man. I thought to myself. 
 
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