1.
The man stood over his sleeping masterpiece. He wanted to make sure he had the image in his mind forever. The perfect blonde hair framed by blood; the frozen look of terror; the gaping hole in the chest. He couldn't have been more proud of his first assignment. It seemed too perfect to be real, but he knew that he had done it. He carefully reached into that hole to extract his prize: a lung. He put it in the container for transportation, and called for the cleaning crew. He cast one more glance at the artwork he had made, thinking that it would only get more interesting.
Nathan Wallace just didn't know how interesting his life would become...
2.
He was told that his next assignment would be trickier, because the victim had a daughter. The victim was an elderly man who had purchased a new heart, left lung, right kidney and (for some strange reason) left big toe. The only other information that was given to him was the man's home address. He knew the house; he passed it every day on his way home. As he put his uniform and mask on, he concocted a plan to ensure that the daughter would not hear her father's screams. He decided that the best way would be to knock her out with Zydrate while she was still sleeping. He prepared a Zydrate gun and put it into his bag. He had never handled a case that involved a family before.
Family is a dead concept when you're in this line of work... He thought as he started down the street toward his next victim.
3.
He stood over the bed with a small frown on his face. The girl was different to what he had expected. He thought that the girl would be nothing but a child, but boy was he wrong. She looked frail, but her hair was as black as the night sky and her skin was beautifully pale. A shame for such a pretty thing to lose a loved one he thought, but someone has to do the dirty work around here. And with that, he pulled the Zydrate gun out of his bag and gave the sleeping girl a full dose.
The Repo man slowly and silently closed the door to the girl's room and made his way down the corridor to her father's study, where he could see a light. The man was inside, writing something. Better finish quickly! He said, opening the door fully to reveal his presence.
What followed was nothing he hadn't already encountered: the screams; the struggle; the torrent of blood when he cut the skin the first time. But this time seemed different. He didn't feel as happy about it as he had been in previous assignments. He felt... almost bored.
But when Nathan Wallace woke up the next morning, he couldn't shake a feeling of guilt.