"…I have to be strong. I have to be strong."
Anton opened his eyes. He was standing outside Craig's modest house, his face hidden beneath a black ski mask.
He was dressed in all black—hoodie, jeans, and boots—he was basically a shadow.
Anton lightly pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal the time on his wristwatch.
1:35 PM
Luna wanted the killing to take place in broad daylight so it's set up like a robbery. She even ordered him to take some valuables.
"Fucking psychopath," he muttered under his breath.
Anton looked up, taking in the scenery around him. The neighborhood was quiet and empty. The kids were probably in school.
Craig's kids!
Anton immediately felt sick to his stomach. He didn't belong here—not with a gun tucked under his jacket and the weight of what he was about to do crushing him.
He glanced at his phone one last time, rereading Luna's message: "Earn your place. Get the job done".
