The Stone Cold Killer
I once took three men down with a single plastic drinking straw. I am the real deal. A stone cold killer.
I have assassinated fourteen people in my line of work. I terminated another ten just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Recently, I nearly died from being ill prepared. The target sent someone after me while my guard was down. I guess my name and face are starting to be known. I fought them off, but barely. Only luck saved me. I should have been better armed.
It’s alright now, though. I’ve sharpened my cuff links. I’ve got razor blades in my hair, grenades in my shoes, and a pistol up my ass. I am a walking arsenal. Nobody is catching me off guard again.
Oh shit I tripped.