Yellow chrysanthemum, Purple Tulip--
Yellow chrysanthemum; purple tulip;
“Wonder who dropped these off,” amused greatly by such subtle signs of endearment, and though it had been all but two flowers (in their prime) they would bear significance in their shade spoke more than words.
Encased digits would take gentle grasp of evergreen stems; peach tiers ascending upon a single side as both were to be stowed within the tactical vest donned upon his muscular frame. Weapon released from grasp, supported solely by ensnaring strap, came to rest upon the frontal portion of beige Kevlar jacket; gloved fingers came to pry open Velcro pockets, and placing the delicate flowers away from the sight of others. Dear would these plants be for there would be no other, that came to mind. Ne, there had been no need to speak, aloud ,her name for there were events of a greater importance that was due for being dealt with.
Therefore, enclosed hands would find grip upon Russian originated weapon and the eradication of gluttons, mindless beings was resumed; any sign that was to come from that woman would call for him to live, to persevere and be able to bear the sight of her once more.
— Thoughts of the assassin were soon placed into the darkest reaches of an occupied mind; crown, dressed with mahogany locks, turned defined stock was to be pressed firmly to a protected shoulder, casing fell from designated exiting slot; weighted lead pierced through decaying features, crimson painted cobbled paths and the Agent, again, would find himself within the depths of a man made hell.
