I've wanted to be part of the CIA ever since I was 7. 

And now that I'm part of the CIA I have enjoyed every moment. My job was to tail infamous figures and big criminals to see if they're up to no good, until I got a promotion.

The general didn't really specify much about the job of this 'new rank' but I accepted the promotion with no questions asked

I headed to the general's office for my next job and it was to assassinate John Rump. John was an infamous mafia boss who had been causing tons of trouble for the country, one of the most infamous in his industry. They wanted me, an average guy who has trained in stealth, fighting, and gun handling for only a couple years to assassinate a mafia boss who has probably killed hundreds with his own hands before. I never killed someone before and never really planned too, but still accepted the job.

I did some research on where John enjoys to reside and found this cafe he goes to every morning and I began tailing him from there.

I'd follow him every single hour of the day and every single day of the week. After I figured out where he would go and be every hour of the day I started planning the assassination. This was one of the longest and intense jobs I had to partake in but I finally found the perfect place and time to pull the trigger.

Every evening when it strikes 7:00 John Rump would always be smoking the same joint in the same parking lot. I don't know why he chose to do this at a parking lot but it was great for me, since that parking lot was pretty isolated.

On the day, when I had to pull the trigger I was nervous. This wasn't the job i signed up for and I really didn't want to kill a human

But I had to do it.

So with my hands on the trigger and John's back turned towards me, I gathered up all of my courage and released it in one finger.

But instead of a gunshot being fired, I dropped the gun.

"You dropped something there young man," John said in a somehow soothing voice.

Did he not notice it was a gun, or did he already know I was following him the whole time? Why is he so calm?

Before I could even grab the gun John said, "Many have attempted to kill me before, and they have all failed, do you know why that is young man?"

Words couldn't come out of my mouth. It was supposed to be his last day on earth but it felt like it was going to be mine.

"It's because I've killed more than them," John stated. "And I've regretted it every time."

"So take this from a mass murderer, don-."

My life flashed before my eyes. Before I even realized it, I died. Not from John, not from fear but from his henchmen. But I found myself in a familiar place when I 'died', it was the general's office and he was convincing me to kill John Rump. 

"Have I been revived?" I said out loud.

"What are you talking about Elijah," the general said.

"Sorry I meant to say that I accept the task."

"Great choice."

I got a second chance to complete this mission. 

When I found the right time, again I tried to pull the trigger, again but I just couldn't and the same thing happened. I died and got revived, again.

This exact scenario kept happening again and again until it was my 1000th try.

While I was standing in front of John for the 1000th time, I was confident instead of nervous, I was full of happiness instead of regret, I was pointing the gun at myself instead of him, and I pulled the trigger instead of dropping the gun.

When I was a kid I decided that I'd either die as a CIA agent or die trying to become one.

So when I pulled the trigger, I regretted nothing. I couldn't bring myself to kill another human, so I chose the other option,

To be the one who dies.