Drabble: Nothing Personal
Politics wasn’t his thing. He had no patience for ‘negotiations’ and ‘compromises’. If he needed something, he went for it, even if it meant removing some obstacles along the way.
Some would consider it stubbornness. He considered it just a part of his job. There was no point in an assassin who couldn’t eliminate the target. So, new girl, nothing personal, but he had a job to do.
The last thing he saw was a single green eye.
* * *
The familiar melted out of her master’s shadow.
Who sent him? her master asked through their link.
The familiar replied with the image of a department head four seats down from them.
Then we’ll start from him.
Nothing personal, but they had a goal, and anyone who was against them needed to go.