Hitman

I stepped into the room, cigarette smoke sweetly in the air, I knew he had been here. The man I’ve been on the hunt going on three years now. His name was unknown to me, closed doors and hushed voices kept their secrets as well as I had kept mine and now look where I am. Back behind closed doors and still the subject of hushed conversations. When one agent goes down no one goes down with them. Now I’m in handcuffs and he’s gone again on to other deals. But I am not the only hitman.