#elimination tech

A few months ago, just a couple of days after my 17th birthday, my father decided to take me on yet another trip to his laboratories in the outskirts of Sixam. He told me about a major setback that harshly affected the big schemes he had in the works for years and told me that I am old enough to be assigned a new task within his firm.

From that day forward, I have been referred to as Elimination Technician #1 by the people around me.

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My new task was clear and all the necessary tools were basically in my hands already. Thanks to all the hours I spent getting shown around by my father, I learned where he has that little spaceship parked in the garage.

Unfortunately, I did not learn how to properly maneuver this thing, especially not landing it safely, which sort of became an issue down the line.

I’m not sure where I crashed, but this does not seem to be StrangerVille.

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The task my father has given me was as simple as it gets. For the last couple of weeks and months, I had to thoroughly monitor and analyze the behavior of the target I was given, in order to assemble a plan to successfully eliminate it without receiving any unwanted attention. 

It’s odd how I managed to develop empathy for the human just by observing his every move on a day-to-day basis. With every hour I spent doing my job, I’ve grown less and less drawn to the plan of my father.

I want to warn the target.