[ WP ] The world 's best hitman prepares to kill the world 's luckiest man .

Sorry I'm late to the party and I'm not a writer. I decided to post this story anyway. I hope you enjoy it. 
 
 After the assassination of the Prime Minister things really started looking up for me. The CIA essentially had me on speed dial. Drug smugglers, politicians, corporate executives. No one was safe. No agency, big or small could keep a target alive. I was convinced of that. 
 
 When the lone survivor of United 215 was able to speak again, people were ready to listen. Questioned erupted throughout the world. How did he survive? What exactly happened? Eight hundred fifty-three passengers were on that Airbus A380 when it erupted into flames mid air. Soaring to the ground like an exhausted phoenix. 
 
 The timing of the crash was impeccable. The FAA was conducting their annual commercial airline safety summit a few weeks after the crash. The survivor was invited to speak before congress about his traumatic experience. That's when I got the call from Langley. 
 
 After following my target for a few days, I concluded this would be my most dangerous mission yet. Getting away with murder in New York City is no easy task. It had to be quick. When I saw him step out of his Gramercy apartment I knew the clock was ticking. I approached him at the crosswalk. His coffee still steaming out of his `` my other computer is a data center'' mug. 
 
 Our eyes met for only a second. He smiled, greeted me and then collapsed. No one had noticed the hydra-shok round that just pierced his heart. People everywhere rushed over to provide aid. I continued on. I removed my trench coat and handed it to a homeless man. `` Thank you, miss! God bless!'' Everyone deserves a little kindness. Life in America is hard. 
 
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 `` Listen to this shit. He told me this story yesterday and it's nuts!'' 
 
 `` So I'm standing on the corner going to work. Just minding my own business. When this guy next to me just collapses. I look to help him immediately since I'm right next to him. Then I noticed this guy is pouring blood from his chest. Turns out it was a bullet wound. Someone had just shot him. 
 
 `` That's fucking crazy!'' 
 
 `` Right!? Tell him the craziest part.'' 
 
 `` oh yeah... I was so distracted by the pool of blood that was pouring out of his chest that I did n't really get a chance to get a good look at him....'' 
 
 ``....when I finally looked at his face. I realized that he was my doppelganger.''
