Scion

KILL OR DIE . . . WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE? My job, when you think about it, isn`t so different from a lot of people`s. The more old-fashioned crowd do still get hung up on the `killing people` part of it, I guess, but that`s a them problem: it`s been perfectly legal to take out lifers for ages. Besides, once ultrawealthy morons realised they had a way to live forever - limited resources be damned - there was only ever going to be one genuinely practical deterrent. So, sure, I have to deal with a tonne of boring planning. Inconvenient hours. Some pretty awkward face-to-face interactions. And like most of us, I`m really only clocking in to try and crawl out from beneath my debts. But someone`s got to do it. Luckily, my genetic compatibilities make me really, really good at doing it. Still. This next job . . . I don`t know. It`s something I haven`t had to deal with in years. Kind of the opposite of my regular duties. Strange, that it got thrown my way. I`m sure it`ll all go totally fine though.