"Where am I?"
The last thing I remembered was getting into my car after work. My job was a fitness trainer although it was a cover for my top secret work for the government as an assassin. My ability to manipulate fat allowed me to maintain an impressive phsyique with 4% body fat but more important by manipulating the fat levels of other people within range I could push them past healthy limits, in other words kill them. This might seem cruel but I'd been in training for years. I accepted what I do and the idea that some people need to die for the good of mankind. I didn't think much about it.
There was no answer. I was in a small room. There was a bed, a chair a sink and toilet. I was lying on the bed trying to remember what had happened. The door opened and a man entered. He was an older man- maybe 45 and good looking although
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