Hating The Mystery Man And Moving On

     After the evening with Logan Creed, I was contacted for the first time since the death of Jacques, and for some reasons I had to comply because it was part of who I was.

What other life was there for me aside from being an assassin? Obviously not that with my Aunt which I ran away from many years ago. 

     I had been briefed already and the mission was expected to be carried out two days later. Within those 48 hours, Logan had contacted me only once. 

     My phone rang as I sat down on the bed waiting for the night of the mission which would be in exactly 11 hours. I had been thinking about it for the past 24 hours. They wanted me dead before, why getting me activated again? 

     I had more questions than answers running helter skelter through my mind; questions that even I couldn't answer. And in the midst of my turbulence, the man whose mission had changed everything