Gabriel was a professional. He showed up to work on time, finished his jobs promptly, and never left messes for his bosses to deal with. He even brought donuts with chocolate frosting an sprinkles to meetings.

He would therefore never understand why he always got the pretty ones.

Yes, it could be because he was so darn good at his job. Thorough, efficient, and above all, deadly- one of the greatest assassins to ever live, his boss said once when he spiked the coffee pot.

But why would he get stuck killing the worthless, pretty people on the streets when there where plenty of politicians and celebrities thrice as ugly and twice as deserving? What was it about him that screamed, "Give me stupid jobs that no one else could bear to do! It's not like I have any of God's grace or even of a soul left-" well, he felt like he had fallen too far into the crime world to anyway. But he wanted a more important job.

"Look, Mickie, I know you're putting the hurt on me right now with all these petty jobs. Could I get a status raise?" The boss raised an eyebrow, then softly smiling, "Sure, Gabey, but you gotta kill me this guy first."

This wasn't Gabriel's first "kill this guy, then maybe I'll promote you" but this guy was different. Sam Wesson wasn't a mafia godfather, a pimp or anything. He was just a kid- a kid who was in the way, so someone was paying to have him taken out. Gabriel grabbed his silenced rifle and prepared to perch outside Sam's building. It was a bad area; no would ever be able to catch him on this one.


But looking down at Sam approaching the target point, Gabriel was hit with a stunning revelation. This kid was innocent- no pistols, no looking around for pickpockets, nothing. He just walked down the street like this was any other day in any good suburban neighborhood instead of acknowledging his inner-city surroundings or oncoming demise.

Gabriel pulled away from the sights in surprise. This kid had nothing on him- not even a pocket knife. Either the kid was an idiot or a psychopath, because they didn't take hires on complete innocents, right?

Sammy walked in the building and Gabriel sighed. This was not going to be an easy job, but this wasn't his first staged "accident."