“Here,” the file falls in front of me, I slowly open it, “This is all the information we have collected on the gang and their activities over the past year. » My eyes scan the page as Brooks paces in front of us, "You know," he says, "that this mission will be the infiltration of the largest gang in America, the murder of a man who has as many power than the president and who only wants more. . What you don't know though is that this mission has two parts, but we'll get to that later. "Alexander's presence made me feel like there was an elephant sitting on my chest." First of all, " Brooks cleared his throat, hanging a photo on the whiteboard on the wall with a magnet, "he's your target - his name is Matthew Grant, the new leader after his father was shot and killed by one of our agents last summer. He was young, surprisingly so, he. couldn't be much older than Alexander and I He was sitting up straight, chin up, light hair on his cheeks and chin, his smile barely there and was probably forced. I looked at Brooks, a deep one. tension in my heart because I didn't want to be the one to kill the boy with chocolate brown hair and charming gray eyes. "Why?" I demand flatly, trying my best not to look bothered, but failing. so shamefully. I almost wish he could hear the harshness in my voice so he could tell that every part of this mission was something I didn't believe in. If he noticed, it wouldn't show, but I wouldn't really do it. expect this to be the case. Brooks turned around and put another photo on the board, completely ignoring me. It is a large building, probably a warehouse. “The plan is this: you two have a meeting with the gang members who are recruiting the recruits, you both will go in, find out...... middle of paper. ......nothing wrong in my eyes. There was blood everywhere. Two bodies lay there, wounds gushing out. One of their hands clenched and the little girl cried louder, as if even her screams would be enough to wake the dead. I continued running, my breathing controlled. My left foot hit the curb awkwardly, but I continued. The gun in my hand shook as they were tainted with the sin of the murder that had happened here. "Congratulations to you two," Eric breathed, a stupid smile on his face, "Welcome to the skulls, the big boss actually wants to meet. "You two in the morning, get some rest and meet me here tomorrow morning, at six o'clock", he said before leaving us to return to our apartment, stained with the memory of what we had just done, haunted by the cries of many, but especially of the young girl who had just lost a parent; a girl who reminded me so much of myself.