[ WP ] `` It 's surprising that the most important person in the world has so little security . '' Said the assassin to his target . `` I am here , there is no better security . '' Was the casual reply .

He'd heard me. Stiffened up when I spoke. He sat down in the faux leather chair, facing me. I did n't know what to make of him, but his eyes followed mine. I took a seat opposite him and met his stare. He sighed. `` You should leave. He's the target, no one else has to go down with him.'' 
 
 I did n't answer. I opened my coat, the room was stuffy and it was too much for me. `` Nothing you have under there will help you slow me down.'' 
 
 I rifled through the crowded pockets of my coat for the cigarettes I'd just recalled. My hands closed around the crinkled box and I dug one out with my fingers and restarted the search for a lighter. I light the cigarette and drag on it deep. The smoke ekes out of my nostrils before a thin cloud grows in front of me. `` He'll be fine. You wo n't get out of this room.'' 
 
 `` You'll stop me?'' 
 
 `` No. One of his men with guns will do that. I'm just here to delay you.'' 
 
 `` How do you plan on doing that?'' He said 
 
 `` You'll have to figure it out. Do you know who he is? The man down there, I mean.'' I said. 
 
 `` Jesin Reid. A target for the higher ups.'' He said. 
 
 `` Interesting.'' I stood from my chair and walked around to the back, admiring the fabric of the seat. `` And why is he a target?'' 
 
 `` He just is.'' 
 
 `` He is. That seems convenient. And you are what then?'' I said. 
 
 `` The one assigned to him.'' He said. 
 
 `` Right.'' I moved away from my chair and took in the other sights of the room. A long, carved table sat against a wall, two simple bookends holding together the contents of the tabletop. I bent forward and followed the grain of the wood with my eyes, ignoring the decorative carving on the sides of the piece of furniture. 
 
 `` And your thoughts on him?'' I said. 
 
 `` He tried to give himself a personality by building the house of a person with a personality. Can you tell me if it worked?'' He stood and joined me by the table, his gloves tracing the finer details in the carved wood. 
 
 `` I ca n't.'' I moved away from the table and crossed the room to the only section free from the heavy ash colored curtains hung across the other windows in the room in layers. `` From here?'' 
 
 `` No, too far away. It'll happen somewhere else. I'll be close to him.'' He said, following me to the window. We both could see the man on the other side of the house on the phone and pacing. I opened the large door that lead to one of the patios and made my way to the edge of the roof and laid my hands on the stone guardrails. `` Why not do it from here? Further you are the easier you get away.'' 
 
 `` I do n't know my way around well enough to escape from anywhere in the house.'' He crossed his arms as he peered over the railing. 
 
 `` I see.'' I stood back from the edge and made my way to the chairs, he followed. He sat before me, and I walked over to his chair, my hands in my pockets. I took my hand from my pocket and he reached under his arm. I handed him a bulky, plain ring. `` He wears this often enough to be recognized by it, take it to your superiors, they'll believe he's dead.'' 
 
 `` That's not how it works, he dies ton-'' his voice caught when the trigger needle sunk into his neck. I got the loop around his neck and yanked down on the release. The metal loop started winding immediately around the spindle on the needle. He was caught off guard by the needle, but he was already trying to get the loop off of his head. The cable had gotten halfway up his face when the metal dug itself into his cheeks and under his nose. I heard the motor on the wire slow down and slowly gain speed, soft pops lead to snaps and splintering cracks until the wire closed itself on the spindle and fell to the floor. 
 

