[ WP ] You are part of an Elite Bodyguard team hired to protect a wealthy business mogul from an assassination . But the longer you listen this person business practices and plans for the future you find yourself wanting to help with with the assassination rather than prevent it .

It's one of those things that you kind of know, joke about, and have no trouble picturing. `` Well, of *course* there are people trying to kill Cammie Carmine, she's the owner of the largest pharmaceutical conglomerate in the world! ``, you might hear someone say. I mean, she's got money, intel, tech, influence, and has pissed off more than her fair share of people. 
 
 That last bit is what seals it, though. You see, she's not a typical CEO of big pharma. She's a scientist that started her own company, a good one too. She has won a Nobel for her work specifically in chemotherapy, published dozens of heavily lauded papers on various topics, and is often considered one of the most brilliant minds of the century. She also operates her business on a fraction of the profit margins of other companies. She has *given* away cures for ailments that could have been turned into vaccines or long term treatments to milk people for money. 
 
 Her company started with manufacturing meds for rock bottom prices. She used her critical acclaim as a scientist to push the boundaries of the industry, producing her products and selling them at a fraction of her competitors. Some said she was doing this to rout the competition. Others said it would n't last. But when she unveiled her radiation and nausea free chemo plan that cost less than a vacation at the Bahamas, it became clear. 
 
 She's an idealist in capitalist's hunting ground. 
 
 That's why she has me. Me, and four other guys with her around the clock. I've already killed two would be assassins, and a grand total of seven have made a play. No doubt people that would love to see Cammie and her charity gone. Nonetheless, she continues her work. Cammie is a somewhat stereotypical eccentric shut-in genius type. Very particular about her tea, demands that all of her socks be blue and 100 % cotton, sleeps twice a day for 2 hours, and only listens to Abba when she works. She's almost like a child, in some ways. Despite all of the stress and attempts on her life, she's largely unphased by her life being constantly in danger whenever she goes outside. 
 
 I mean, she's been under sniper fire, had to have her stomach pumped from ingesting poison, has watched several people die... And she still can still be heard humming `` Dancing Queen'' while she scribbles her indecipherable notes on one of her whiteboards. I admire that strength, to be honest. If it were me, I would've sold out ages ago. Not Cammie. She just drives forward to whatever lofty goal she has in her head. 
 
 I have a hard time understanding it myself. She's not much for conversation, but I have talked to her a few times. She explained it to me once. She said `` Jack, the reason I do this is very simple. My mother said'if you can do good, do'''. It's one of the first times a woman has left me truly speechless. Those six words. 
 
 I get a little sick when I think about her. I've been approached on more than one occasion. I've been promised the world and more if I could just make her disappear. It's tempting, you know? To be offered everything I could ever want in life. All I'd have to do is forget about all of her work, her incessant bitching about how the tea is not quite right and those fucking blue socks and pull the trigger. 
 
 But I ca n't bring myself to. She's like a little kitten playing in the Savannah. I've done a lot of work off the books because of these'propositions' I've received. Work that she'll never know I have done. To think about the lengths some of these people would go to put an end to all of the good she's doing... To think that she plans on doing more than just killing the chemotherapy racket and busting up the cartels of'long-term treatments'... I think about that knowing that she used to have *six* body guards... 
 
 I've often thought that she does n't belong in this world. She does n't play by their rules, and she's bound to fall down eventually. I have dreams of walking into her room, and seeing her lying there in a pool of her own blood. I ca n't stop thinking about what would happen to her work when those damn vultures come to pick up the pieces. There would n't be anything left of the good Cammie Carmine has done. It'll all get corrupted and poisoned by the fatcats. I've thought that maybe I should take her away from all of this. Somewhere she can be free to tinker with her whiteboards and her beakers and her reckless ideals. 
 
 Maybe I should make her disappear.
