Edward James sat behind a desk in a hotel room set up to look like an office. We were in Kuala Lumpur, which only sounds exotic, but is just as dirty and traffic jammed as any large city in South East Asia. I sat on a couch as he looked through my file. Edward has a way of getting answers by never actually asking questions.
“Says here you speak Chinese,” he stated, but raised his brow at me.
“Mandarin.”
“You applied to our CST program, but failed to show up for the interview.”
“Yes.” He stared at me until I felt compelled to elaborate.
“I just graduated college, and was weighing my options, family didn’t like the idea, so I went into banking instead.”
“I see.” He read deeper into my file, while I sat in silence.  Finally, he looked up and said, “there is a man next door that I need you to kill.”

I may possess some traits that society would deem as “sociopathic”, but I make up for it with a keen intellect. I’ve determined that if I am going to go through with this, I do not want the usual repercussions associated with such an act (e.g. becoming a fugitive, serving jail time, capital punishment). Therefore, my search for the perfect outlet was narrowed down to one option: The Government. Where else could you not only get away with murder, but possibly even be rewarded for it?

I could easily kill someone. I’m not saying I’m professionally trained in the black arts; I’m just saying I don’t have any social, moral, or ethical hang-ups with murder. The problem is finding someone worth killing. After 30 or so years of really getting to know myself I am confident of this fact, and with this in mind, I have set out to find the perfect victim.