I had just recently finished several jobs that had taken me to five countries in only four days. It was a long and strenuous job and with every waking movement I could feel the pain coarse through my body. The hours were some of the worst you could imagine, but the pay was very good. My business was doing well. It was doing very well. My name is Mr. Smith and I am an assassin.
After many months of working day and night, the stress had seemed to get the better of me. I desperately needed a vacation. I had always loved the ocean and the water could bring a unique comfort throughout my entire body that seemed to soothe the savaged soul within. I needed to clear my head and rid myself of the echoes of the dying menÕs pleas and the begging for their lives.
I needed to get out of the assassin spotlight and try to live what some people would call the ÒnormalÓ life. I had made enough money to last ten lifetimes and it was time I began to enjoy it... or so I thought.