She smiled at herself in the mirror with a twisted kind of amusement, almost laughing at her dilemma.
Here she was, an assassin, staring at her red rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks in a public bathroom.
So many years breaking into military facilities, striking down dictators, and she broke down after just one kill. But then again, when she thought about it, she had never really been an assassin to begin with. Every last one of her kills had been celebrated by the world.
now was different. She was a snake, a cold-blooded killer.
"Oh how the mighty fall," she mused as she wiped the remaining tears from her face. Once a hero, a savior to her people, now just another killer for hire.
She couldn't even remember the last time she saved the world.