It’s been over fifteen years since I’ve held a gun, seen another person’s blood, lied or had reason to kill. Since leaving “The Agency” my life has been simple and quiet.
Now it seems my fifteen-year peaceful existence is about to end. I have been receiving strange phone calls and feeling as though I am being watched or followed. And though I had already spotted them for many weeks, they eventually made their presence known. “The Suits” I call them... they are so obvious. Even when they’re in plain clothes the stiffness in their asses... in their stride, gives them away. Their postured walk so stiff you could snap a pencil between their cheeks. They screamed of stereotypical “Government agency.” Try as I might to avoid them it became increasingly obvious that this would become a test of my abilities. It was only a matter of time before they would make their move. Apparently my cover had been compromised.
