"Kent could see the world getting darker every day, literally

as well as metaphorically, though he really wasn't interested in the

existential view of the world. The only things that mattered to him were the

contracts he was assigned. Since his sight began to fail, he needed to be picky

about the jobs he took. Anything requiring up-close work was fine, but the

risks were high. He preferred the safety of a long-range scope on a high

powered rifle, allowing him to make the shot and get in his car; on his way out

of the state before the first responders were even on site. Kent was a single

bullet assassin. Anything after the first shot was messy, so he took the time

to get it right the first time. A half-inch hole an inch above the left eye was

his signature, and he'd left his mark on hundreds of targets over the past

fifteen years, but hadn't taken a job in over two months because he wasn't

confident he could make the shot. Every day without his augs was a day closer

to blindness, but Kent knew he wasn't going to have to worry about that. If it

got bad enough, he had a solution. His final kill wouldn't leave his signature,

but fellating a .38 effectively solved everything."





Short Story ~5000 words (approx 14 Kindle pages)

This story is also included in the Bad Decisions anthology by Jason Finnerty - available now