I was in the hall where Scott had been executed. I remembered the whole scene. Anthony had gone easy on the man; I wished I knew why. He didn't seem like the type of guy who let go of people who were disloyal to him. I had seen his anger, and I had seen how hard he tried to control it. He would lash out on everyone around him.
He had mentioned that he needed Scott for something and that Scott had been an idiot to lose his cover so easily. Anthony used people as they came; ignoring their actions until it was too obvious. Would he do the same for me? He might know, but what use would I be to him? I'm just an agent who is here to finish him off. I can't help him with anything except that. If he really wanted to get rid of his life, he could've pulled the trigger himself. It was something I had to think about.
Someone tapped on my shoulder. Instinct kicked in and I cautiously turned around.
