This was so screwed up and Kennedy definitely wasn't happy. She just didn't get it. Wasn't it bad enough they got jerked out of their own lives and shoved into this crazy fucked up world? Now they had to be some kind of contract killers too? And apparently by contract, it appeared the only way out was getting killed themselves. It was a hard pill to swallow. For both of them.
Kennedy's eyes were staring at the folder in front of them, the words blurring as she ran over in her mind all the reasons she had to do this. Whether she wanted to or not. She didn't like not having a choice. It wasn't her style or her nature to follow orders, unless it suited her. The slayer stuff was different, she could follow those orders, 'cause they were mostly just the go here, do this vagued up orders. Once she got there, she could do whatever she wanted, just like she always had. But this? This was different, this was someone deciding for her and telling her she had to kill this guy or risk getting killed herself. Or even worse, getting Grace killed. A risk she wasn't willing to take.
Grace finally spoke up and shook Kennedy from her thoughts, but she still didn't look over at the girl. Her eyes were still glued to the folder. "Apparently it's not us that gets to decide that. Someone else is playing God and using us to exact the revenge." She said bitterly, unblinking. Reaching her hand out to the file, she slid out the guy's picture from beneath the papers they'd been reading over and held it in her hands, just looking down at his face.
"It's not really a question of whether I can or not anymore is it?" She finally lifted her eyes up to meet Grace's. "I kinda have to. Unless you want us to be the ones in one of those files and have someone coming after us." Kennedy reminded her girlfriend gently. "That's just not a risk I'm willing to take. So, he dies or we die." She shrugged. "Sucks, but it's how it is."