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.
Three Bags of Cat Fur
I vacuum up all of the cat hair. There is enough to fill three garbage bags. I line up the cats in a row and tell them : FROM NOW ON WE'RE GOING TO DO THINGS MY WAY. They agree to stop shedding. I am not sure if they speak, or just nod.
Paper Hearts
We shave our heads, and go looking for a place to have a drink. The bar we find is run by the Russian Mafia. We order drinks, but find out we were supposed to bring our own bottles. In the corner, a girl is drawing caricatures of customers on large paper hearts. They are very popular, and she is doing brisk business.
Paper Hearts
Severed Arm
I am flying a helicopter mission in India, in high winds. While trying to land on the top of a building to rescue some people, I chop off a couple of their arms. On my second attempt, I manage to get most of the people off the top of the building.
Dead Body
We are building a tiny house in the woods. Down the road, some people are building a bigger house, on a bigger property. When we find a dead body in our yard, we bring it over to their place. We leave the body on their lawn. We figure, they are pretty rich. They are probably be better equipped to deal with a dead body.