Failure

I opened my eyes. Slowly my brain began to make sense of the signals it was receiving. I pulled myself up from the floor and sat against the blood-spattered wall.

Taking a deep breath to control the pain, I took stock of my situation. My target was lying in a pool of blood, the movement of his chest told me I’d failed in my mission. I’d walked into a trap; he’d known I was coming. Now I needed to finish him and save myself.

Oh my love, where did I lose my focus? Will I make it back to you?