They say time is of the essence.  That when your time is up you have no choice but to go.  But who am I to decide who lives and who dies.  I'm not God, and yet I act as if I am.  Just like everyone else in this world I'm a pawn in a game of chess called life.  I didn't choose to become this but I am.  In war you always let the pawns go first.  They're expendable.  They're replaceable.  They're time is usually short.  Well not this one.

    They call me the best because I get the job done quick and don't leave a mess.  I don't miss.  I don't fail.  I always win.  Sadly for me that wasn't going to last long.  My next assignment was given to me.  It was supposed to be simple.  Kill or be killed, there was no room for error.  But error in this case was a beautiful readhead.  Green eyes, awesome smile, gorgeous body; a teacher at a public highschool.  You're probably wondering why a high school teacher is important enough to be killed.  Funny thing is I don't know the answer to that.  I'm not in the business of asking to many questions.  I just get my orders and execute them, and my orders were to eliminate Margret Staton.

   And here I am now.  Set up on the building adjacent to the school waiting for her to exit.  I watch as unsuspecting students engage in meaniless chatter oblivious to anyone but themselves.  I didn't wake up one day and decide to be a killer.  No I didn't choose this,...it chose me.  Ah, their she was, a pearl in the necklace of life.  A life that was about to end.  I zeroed in on her with my scope on my artilliary rifle.  The shot was so easy and clear.  All I had to do was pull the trigger.  3. 2. 1. POW!!  I pulled the trigger but it didn't hit my original target.  It hit the tracker.  Someone who is sent to get the job done when the shooter fails.  I didn't fail though.  I hit the target, just not the one assigned to me. 

   Everyone scattered and started screaming.  You could see blood on the tree where the bullet exited his head and hit the tree.  He dropped just like a pen.  The school police instantly pulled their guns and started calling for backup.  Margret was pulled to the ground by one of the officers. It was my time to leave.  I gathered my equipment and found the nearest exit.  Once I was on the street I made my way through the screaming students and police.  The man that had pulled Margret down turned his back momentarily, that's when I grabbed her.  I repeatedly assured her until we reached my car that was parked on another street.

  "Who are you?"  Margret asked repeatedly.  She had no idea what was going on.  A man was shot at the school she works at right in front of her.

  "I'm the one who just saved your life.  Now get in the damn car."

  "I'm not going anywhere with you until..."  Margret didn't have a chance to finish before a gun struck her and knocked her unconscious.  Sage placed her in the passenger seat and buckled her in.  Within minutes the car was started.  The wheels screached as they pulled the two passangers toward their destination.  It had been about three hours and Margret was beginning to wake up.

  "Fuck.  My head.  Why the hell did you hit me?"  Margret said rubbing the back of her head.

  "Because it seemed the only way to get you in the car."  Sage said matter of factly.

  "Where are you taking me?"

  "Somewhere safe."

  "Safe.  You just kidnapped and attacked me.  Which part of this is safe?"  Margret said becoming furious with the situation.  She didn't know what was happening.  All that was clear was that this woman sitting across from her driving was dangerous.

  "Would you have rather ended up like that guy, with a bullet in your head?"  Margret didn't respond.  She wasn't an idot.  A bullet in the head was not on her list of things to be accomplished.

  "You were the one who shot him weren't you?"  Silence.  "Answer me!"

  "Look just calm down.  If I hadn't shot him then he would have killed you.  I saved your life."  The red head stared at her captor momentarily.  How was this beautiful woman dangerous.  Her raven hair with and soft face didn't seem harmful.  Not to mention that toned body.  At least thats what she could tell so far.  This woman was wearing clothes.  Black was defiantely her color.