[ WP ] Global suicide rates rises rapidly . The governments deny responsibility . You know better .

It was n't the assignment that weighed heavy on my mind. I'd killed people before, plenty of people. But the 6 fellows I left last week were of a different sort. One of them had'jumped' off of a bridge, another was walking home when he'decided' to jump into the street in front of a bus. Three had hung himself, Four fell into rapids upstream from a waterfall, Five had injected himself with mercury, and the Sixth decided to find out what a bullet tastes like. 
 
 At least thats what the obituaries read `` Man found after suicide''. I expected as much. 
 
 What I didnt expect is that the obituary column was not a column today. It was three pages. Usually I can find my hits quickly, but today it took a long scanning to mark my targets. And there were so many, drownings, hangings, accidents... all investigated to be suicides, but the number was clearly abnormal. I already knew there were going to be questions, the first one was already forming in my mind'why'. The targets had no connection, disparate genders, social classes, education history, no common employment... I wasnt unused to getting contracts, but 6 in a week was 5 more than usually, and clearly I wasnt the only one being asked to do some extra work this season. Its a good thing that despite my many drawbacks, there was one thing I did better than my job, and that was investigating. There must be a reason, and it had better be a good one. 
 
 Of all the things my training had taught me, the only thing drilled so hard into my head in the final days of the academy, was that we were always being watched. The citizens didnt know, most of my partners didnt know, but my old instructor explained it to me clear. Short of mind reading... all of our lives were an open book; one just had to know how to read, and reading was definitely what the government did best. 
 
 So what was the common thread uniting three pages of people who all needed to commit suicide this week? By this point I had arrived to work and was settling in to my dull cubicle, ready to present the illusion of an industrious worker. We all had our 8-5s, we all kept up our appearences, but I was the only developer who's work was forwarded and completed by an independent overseas contractor. My weeks were easy, wait for the next notification, research the target, strike. With the going rate of 1 target per 1.5 weeks, I had n't been this busy in years, certainly more notifications would be coming.
