Cole
The dimly lit study was a mess. There were papers spread out in front of me, each one detailing the target's routines, movements, and habits. Every piece of information that I had meticulously gathered, analyzed, and cataloged. It was second nature to me. A skill I had perfected over years of training. The plan was coming together. Step by step. Each move was calculated, and each detail was designed for perfection. This wasn’t new to me. I had done this countless times before. And yet, something was holding me back.
“Ugh,” I muttered as I stared at the map pinned against the board. A red circle marked the target's most frequented location. The pieces were all there, ready to be put into motion, but still, I was stalling. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Yeah, come in
