[ WP ] Immortality has been achieved , but overpopulation is a problem . To solve this , society has created a new job field : `` Angels of Death '' , people who 's job it is to simulate a natural death rate by killing a certain quota of random people a day . You are one of these `` Angels '' .

`` G'morning, Ava!'' The lanky man waved as he passed, gripping several bundle of folders and dropping them off at desks as he went. The woman, Ava Ferris, gave a short wave and smile back, just sitting down at her desk with her own pile of folders. She gave a sigh and started separating them; first by area, then by medical history, prior convictions, and finally gender. She never needed all of her sorting methods at a time, but after seven years as an Angel, she rationalized it was better safe than sorry. 
 
 The lanky man made his way back towards her desk, wide glasses and a half-grown unstyled pompadour adding to his charm. `` How was your vacation? Here're a couple more. Did you bring anyone with you? Family... boyfriend?'' Ava grimaced silently at that -- she had just gotten them how she wanted them, after all. *Creedem, Croyden, Luis... wait, two Luis' now... * 
 
 `` The vacation was fine. It was nice to not have to worry about getting bogged down with paperwork every day of the week.'' She neatly skated around his questioning as she reorganized the few folders she was given, then stood, `` Come on, we've got a full day ahead of us.'' 
 
 Ava and the lanky man made their ways down from the central office and towards the car lot, he getting her caught up on the office events and dramas of her away week and she double checking and reorganizing the files as they went. By the time they had gotten to the company car, Ava had handed the man the files in the correct order of their visits and pulled out onto the nearly dead road. First stop: Agnes and Victor Bernice. 
 
 The file read about how the Bernice's were getting on in years. Active volunteers, Republican and Democrat backers -- it apparently caused some friction when they were younger, but they both mellowed in their later lives. Pretty basic stuff. Ava was caught off guard by how... unsatisfying the lives and deaths of her clients were in the beginning. She was n't putting criminals that had escaped the justice system or politicians who had built their careers on the backs of others under the hatchet. It was honestly a treat to know that these two seemed pretty happy in their lives. 
 
 They drove to a suburban part of the city to find their first clients; her partner hated when she used that term, but when she put it to him that they can either call them something neutral like clients, or something a little cheekier like a mark, or a bounty he had shut up about it. 
 
 Ava pulled up along the side of the road by the house after a few awful minutes of wrong directions and turnarounds. It's not like they were making a timed house call, but depending on how the method prescribed the agency would ask the clients to wait at home and be patient, and it would be rude to make someone sit in their house while waiting for Death to come knock. Thankfully the two of them were still there. There were the normal questions: who will take the dog, can we take the dog; who handles the estate, when will the will be examined. All questions were handled by Ava's assistant while she did the rounds of the house and examined everything. They were waiting, the folder said peaceful, and she already had a means to this end; a small gas leak after some prescribed medication, tell them that there was nothing to do today, thank them for their time, and let them drift off to sleep as peacefully as possible. 
 
 About twenty minutes later, after she and her assistant had joined the two of them for a cup of tea, Ava and her partner headed back to the car. She smiled at herself and gave a little sigh. It honestly felt good when the plans went easy and she could assure herself she was doing something good for her clients. Her partner was voicing the same opinion, but in his usual overly talkative way. He was obnoxious, but in an undeniably attractive way. She grabbed for the next file and read it over with a smirk, `` Oh, hey. I did n't know you had relatives in the city.'' 
 
 `` Huh? What do you mean?'' 
 
 She lifted the folder, `` Basker?'' She opened the folder and read, `` James Basker. An uncle...?'' 
 
 Her partner paled visibly and took the folder from her with shaking hands. ``... I do n't really go by James anymore.'' 
 
 Ava froze, realizing what was happening. There was no way she should have gotten that folder. That's heartless. She reached over to Jim, took the folder from his hands, and gently tucked it under the passenger seat. ``... Why do n't we leave that one for tomorrow, huh? Maybe tonight would be a good time to take you up on that date.''
