A Deadly Offer

So? You in or out?

I’m not sure. 

Oh, don’t tell me my little sis has gone soft. You used to be one of our best assassins. How old were you when you got your nickname, fifteen? 

Fourteen. A long time ago. 

Oh right, fifteen is when you left. 

Don’t look at me like that. You know why I left. 

You used to be so cool. Heck, I was even jealous of you. Now look at you. Won’t even come back and do a simple job. Normal city life really changed you, hasn’t it? Dad would be so disappointed. 

I’m done caring what dad thinks. And I don’t care what you think either. 

There’s that fire. 

Go ahead and laugh. I haven’t forgotten what you did.

That’s why you don’t want to join me? You don’t trust me? News flash, it was dad who sent you on that mission. 

It was a trap and you knew it. 

I knew you could handle it. 

Then why didn’t you tell me? I could have used a heads up. 

Oh, stop being dramatic.

Really? Okay then, I’m backing out of the job. This whole thing was a mistake. 

Sis, wait!

What?

Woah, okay, why don’t you just lower your gun for a sec?

No. 

Okay, well, just hear me out. You came back for a reason, right? You need the money. What’s it for?

None of your business. 

New apartment? Moving in with that boy you got attached to?

No. He got sick. Cancer. 

Oh, that’s tough. Medical bills can be pretty expensive. 

Shut it, or I swear I’ll blow your head off.

Where are you going to get the money, sis? This is your only option. 

I’ll rob a bank. 

You don’t work like that. Never have. 

I could. 

No. That’s not your skill set, and you know it. You’re an assassin.

Not anymore. 

Come back. One more job. You kill the target, get the money, and then go back to your boyfriend like nothing happened. It’s an easy job. 

How do I know you aren’t lying… again?

Would I ever lie to you? 

You sound just like dad. 

And you’re acting like him. Put the gun down. 

Fine. There, no gun.

And the job?

I’ll do it. Just tell me one thing: why me?

What do you mean?

Don’t act dumb. If this is a simple job, then why go through the trouble of hunting me down?

You’re good at puzzles, aren’t you? What do you have that none of us do?

I don’t understand. 

You’re one of the people now. Get it?

You’re planning an inside job, aren’t you?

Bingo. 

So the target then?

Here’s the file. 

My boyfriend’s coworker? 

Good job. You found the target. You’ve already done half the work.

But if I kill him, I’ll be linked to the crime.

Hence “inside job.” Look, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Afterall, you always were the best assassin.