Matt..
   July 2020... An apartment in Berkeley...

    Another nightmare: I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming my name... Events from the day I lost my birth parents 25 years ago.. I've been having nightmares about that day for weeks since I saw my former leader 01 on the news..
Apparently, he's a politician now and his name is Solomon Ekun.....
    Years have passed since I had nightmares.. And now, they all seem to be coming back, this time more frequently and often very intensely. My life moved really fast after we were rescued from the events that followed my kidnap and the murder of my parents and everyone I ever knew. We were rescued by the US military in another country. Apparently, the long ride through the forest I thought was across borders. After the rescue, I was taken in by an American missionary who I think felt pity for me and adopted me. He took me to live with him in America and things were going great for a while. He taught me to be a Christian, made me believe in life, showed me love. But then he died of cancer 2 years later and I was taken to an orphanage where another fresh hell began. After bouncing from foster home to foster home, I turned 18 and I was kicked out. I had no prospects, no idea what to do or where to go, so I signed up for the army.
 I thought the things I've seen, things I've done while in the army should've made me stronger, but somehow, I can't seem to get past my original demons... Over the years, when I decided that killing is what I do best, I opted to join the army. Due to my history and the way I adapted quickly to military life, I quickly became a force to reckon with during battle.. Earning the nickname "Dark hound".... I advanced into special forces and did a lot of really hell-abiding missions.... While my comrades were usually haunted by the things we did, I felt no such remorse.. All I thought about was the next mission and the next kill.
    After I got burnt on an off-the-books mission that went sideways, I was shot and left for dead in a desert in Somalia.. I woke up in a black site prison where it felt like every day was another torture to stay alive, but I adapted and, in that prison, I learnt how to use different weapons and, when I finally got out, I became a gun for hire.
    Today, I have a contract to take out a businessman in Berkeley. An accountant. Apparently, he pissed off some really shady people. I've been getting information about him and, with the way he lives and the kind of associations he has, I know he's pretty good at pissing people off. Today, his sins came calling. There at times the job feels tedious, but scum bags like him, I really enjoy killing. He's one of those people who make their money by ripping hard-working people off their money and then feels like he's on top of the world because he's earned riches. I feel pleasure in knowing that not even his riches can save him from me.
I had already scouted the place and set up my shooting point on a high rise building two blocks away from his office.
    Getting there, I positioned my rifle and looked through the scope to see my target alone in his office, coffee on the table, making a call and, didn't seem to have any clue of the danger coming to him. I align my sniper rifle to the scope which has it's crosshairs placed at his temple, I take a deep breath and then squeeze........... 
         ...Mission accomplished......
  After a successful getaway, I stash my weapon and get rid of the clothes I wore. Later that evening, I decided to go for a walk, with nowhere in mind. I just headed out, feeling the night air brush against my face, leaving a soothing feeling. I came across a bar, "Nightlife". After a while of deliberation, I decided to go in; it's not like I have anything better to do anyway. So I went in, walked over to the bar, ordered a glass of scotch and there she was.... At first, I didn't even take notice of her, but when I turned to look at the news(something about the dead businessman) she snapped at the barkeeper to switch the channel and that's when I saw her.
After summoning up courage,  I asked her(trying to act cool):
" You're not a fan of the news?"
She looks at me with what I can only describe as soul-shrivelling eyes, stares for a moment and replies:
"Not really. I just can't deal with news reports about death. Not today".
"Did you lose someone?" I asked.
"A client" she replied with a depressed look on her face,
"Oh.. I'm sorry about that... Hope that won't affect your job performance?"
"It might.. But I was given an impossible long-term goal, so I don't think this would even matter in comparison."
"Sounds like your boss is a dick"
She chuckles and says "A colossal dick."
" What kind of job?" I asked.
"Something in security"
"Something?"
"Yea.... Something"
I noticed she didn't want to get into her job, so I figured it was because of first impressions, so I let it slide with a fake grin.
" What about you?" She asks
"I'm an insurance manager" was the first thing that came out of my mouth. That seems a lot better than assassin for hire.
Something about her seemed really familiar, like we'd met before. I couldn't stop staring at her face, her body, it all seemed perfect. She felt perfect. Her eyes glistened even in the dark, her face looked so cleanly shaped, a very beautiful shape that had me going circles in my head. 
    So we talked more, had a few laughs and then parted ways later that night. When I got to my hotel room, I realised I hadn't even asked her name.
        ....Shit!....