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Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute...? At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor. She quickly realised what had happened and grabbed the steel blade, leaving only a slight stain. The stain didn't really matter, not since the massive pool of blood would engulf it soon. "The poor sod. He never saw it coming." Connie thought. Bestowing a small air kiss on the dead man's forehead, she left a card and ran. Thankfully, the car was just outside so she had an easy getaway.

Cruising down the highway, she came across a small service station. She gave herself a sly smile and pulled over. She sat alone at a table five minutes later, steaming cup of coffee in her hand. Man. Being an assassin really took a lot out of you.

Tell me if I should continue.