Liar.
Promise Breaker.
You don't exist!
The words echoed over and over in his mind.
Just show up. Let me see that you here.
The pain in her voice cut deeper than the words themselves. I can't. The hoarse whisper barely audible. Head bowed and shoulders slumped, he closed his eyes tightly trying to see her face. One day this will all make sense. Was it more hope than fact?
He shook the memories out of his mind and focused on the three bedroom house across the street. From his vantage point on the roof, he could see everything he needed. These were night people. Their schedule the flip of ordinary residents. The great thing about this particular fact was darkness provided him with excellent cover as well.
They will never know what hit 'em.
He smiled at the thought.
How easy it would be to just crash in through a door or window. Do what needed to be done...What begged to be done. The looks on their faces would be worth it alone. Would he let them see him he wondered or would it be more satisfying to not let them know who or what hit them? Focus on the mission and the parameters he reminded himself sternly. This is business not pleasure he sighed aloud.
