[ 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 .

# Episode 4 
 
 I was at the grocery store, trying to buy coffee. But all they had was cheese. In fact, it was more like some kind of giant cheese-R-us store. Every aisle was cheese. In the end, I decided that a dark brown cheese would be my best bet, but then I couldn ’ t find any place to pay. Or an exit! 
 
 I started to panic. “ What the hell!?!? ” I yelled, but there was no one around. The store was empty and the aisles were bare. Picked clean with just some processed cheese slices discarded on the floor. 
 
 “ WHAT THE HELL?!? ” 
 
 I woke up. I was lying down, feeling cold. I realized I was on a rooftop, but had no idea how I had got there. I was pretty confused by the whole thing. I had the song “ Come on Eileen ” going through my head, and I briefly wondered if my name was Eileen. It seemed odd that I couldn ’ t remember my own name or what I was doing here, but I could remember a song from a few years ago. 
 
 “ Ready to take out The Snow Leopard? ” said a man with a thick New York accent. I turned to look at him. He was thirty-five going on fifty, overweight but probably strong. He looked like classic Hollywood muscle. Didn ’ t look like he knew how to dress himself in the morning, but what did I know about fashion. 
 
 I knew I shouldn ’ t answer his question with “ No ”. *Always play along. * I don ’ t know how I knew that, but something told me that [ I ’ ve been in situations like this before ] ( /r/WritingPrompts/comments/35zc1r/tt_high_fantasy_a_young_prince_wakes_up_one/cr9jmlo ). 
 
 “ How long do we have? ”, I asked. It was a vague enough question. 
 
 “ Ten minutes max. You should have set up by now. I ’ m hoping you won ’ t have the guts to take out your own kin and Amelio will put you in the ground. You deserve it. You ’ re an embarrassment to the brotherhood. ” 
 
 Uh, yeah. Maybe they don ’ t like girls in their brotherhood or something. God knows what I had done. 
 
 I opened the travel case and found a rifle. In pieces. Shit. 
 
 “ Put the gun together for me, asshole ” I snarled, feigning an appropriate level of resentment. ” I need to check the wind. And don ’ t screw it up or I ’ ll know. ” I hoped he could n't afford to be blamed for the mission ( whatever it was! ) failing. 
 
 He gave me a look, like I ’ d asked him to take a bite of a shit sandwich, but after cursing at me twice, he went ahead and started assembling the gun. As he worked, I went over to the edge of the building and looked down. We were three stories up with a good view of the entrance to the Hotel Montewin below. Clearly someone would be arriving or leaving and I ’ d be taking my shot then. 
 
 As far as I know, I ’ ve never shot anyone in my life, and I don ’ t really think I ’ m the kind of person who shoots other people. 
 
 As I looked over the edge, I felt a buzzing in my pocket. I got out the phone and answered it ( something that took a second or too longer than I ’ d have liked because I had to figure out a phone I ’ d never seen before ). 
 
 “ Yes ”, I said. 
 
 “ Hey beautiful, how ’ s life on the edge? ” 
 
 It sounded like a woman ’ s voice. I took a leap of faith and answered, “ How ’ s that snow? ” 
 
 “ Oh, it ’ s cold, but I can take it. You ’ re looking the wrong way. Look up. ” 
 
 I looked up, to the roof of the Hotel Montewin two stories above me. I could see her. Short hair, and a smile. I could make out a glint of something, presumably the scope of a high powered rifle. You can be green and clueless and still have an idea of how things will play out. 
 
 “ You ’ re always one step ahead, aren ’ t you? ”, I said. 
 
 “ And you ’ re always just where I need you to be. Until next time, sweetie. ” 
 
 *I ’ ll figure this out yet*, I thought. 
 
 The world went dark.
