My eyes scanned the room for what seemed like the hundredth time. I could feel myself begin to get nervous, hoping that they had just maybe arrived a few minutes later than I. I reached for the pocket of my thin jacket and felt the crumpled up picture in my hand. I studied the face. It wasn't an unfamiliar face. I had worked with him and been his partner for years, but I had never expected anything like this. He had heartlessly betrayed us and went to go do his own work.
That's when I saw him. The blonde headed man emerged from the staircase cautiously. I patiently waited for him to come down before taking my place behind him. It was then that I realized how much I would regret killing the man that had once been so close and involved in my life. To me, he wasn't just a friend. He was like the brother that I wished had stayed. I shook my head of the thought. No, this was my mission that will not be failed.
Trying to remain unseen, I closely kept an eye on him as he began to communicate with the guards. What was he doing? This hadn't been a part of the mission. He couldn't have been so stupid to actually talk to someone from the past, could he? No, he was much more smarter than that when we were partners. I felt my breath begin to shorten and speed up as I frantically looked throughout the room. Something was wrong and I could feel it.
A scream was heard throughout the boat. It was hard to make out what the lady and shouted, but I quickly found out when a gun was point to my head. I felt the cold metal bullet hole on the side of my forehead and I immediately put my hands up in surrender.