I am part of an elite group of female assassins. For my first mission, I must kill a middle-aged woman. She is sitting on her couch waiting for us, and accepts that her death is a necessary part of the society we live in. To kill her, I insert a small capsule into a hole in the back of her neck. She froths a bit, and takes a long time to die. I ask the other women if this is normal. It happens sometimes, they say.
