Rashel stepped into the place she had called home for all these years. A scowl on her lips and a 9mm in her waistband. Today just wasn't her day- to start with seeing her 'husband' at the same place as her target, then receiving a text naming him as her next target- there was only one way the night could end. "Honey- I'm home." The assassin called out with the most passive tone she could muster up, hastily looking through the house for him, hand never leaving the gun's side, ready to pull it out when necessary.















