open to females (dylan is Irish, living in the USA and a freelance assassin) suggested connection: fellow assassin, spy, government worker, mob member/wife/daughter, etc.
Why did it have to be her? Was the only thought going through his mind as he clutched the gun within his jacket, concealed but ready for him to complete his job. He had been paid to kill many people in his time, a few he knew personally - for a man like him, everything came at a price.
What he didn’t come to think was that he would fall in love with the woman he eventually had to dispose of. He was given a specific date and time for the job, but in a moment of weakness had accidentally gotten close to her. As she turned to face her, he held his arm out, the pistol pointed at her forehead.
“I’m so sorry.” The words came out as a whisper, and for the first time in years, his hands shook mildly, though he tried his best to not give away anything in his eyes.
