"They can't just bring us to some alternate universe and not give us an option in whether or not we want to kill people!" Grace still insisted furiously as she leaned over to look at yet another thing Kennedy had discovered but then still kept hidden from her. Blah blah blah, contracted killers. Death being the only opt out? Before she knew what was happening, Grace's hands struck out and sent the computer flying from its glossy black desk. It splintered into pieces and it short circuited out of life.
With a sigh, she waved her hand and the pieces rose from the ground and put themselves back together as they were until the screen flickered back on.
"I can't do this." She whispered, close to tears as she placed the shotgun down and instead moved to a filing cabinet that she began to sift through. A name popped out at her, and she realized it was the same one that had been in the black envelope. Her hand curled around the expensive folder and she pulled it out, staring at the front of it for a long few minutes before opening it.
There were several photos, a profile, notes. Anything and everything that could possibly want or need to know in order to track down their hit and take care of the job. Grace picked up one of the pictures and studied it.
"What if he has a family?" She questioned quietly.