#hitsthemark

“I know that too. What I don’t know is how you survive without me.”

Trembling, Matt balled those hands into tight fists, then put them up, ready to fight. Sweat already beaded on his brow. He could tell he was on the edge of a heat, so all he wanted to do was get the hell out of there.

“I know you don’t and I like that about you.”,she said truthfully. A small smile on her face. Setting her hands on his chest,she stated,”It makes working with you a little easier.”

“What kind of poison is it?”,she asked. Setting the item of choice down and examining it by sight. Her eyebrow raised as she asked,”Who’s your target for the job?”

@hitsthemark

He sat bound crudely to a chair. Beaten, broken and utterly defeated beyond what he’d ever admit. Matt sneered at the assassin’s taunts, but didn’t bother to lift his head. “How sweet. Do you got a scrapbook for this shit?” he snapped, then struggled anew, trying to tip himself over for a chance to escape.

“You knew that wasn’t going to happen.”