Chapter 169
Benjamin
So I suppose, in a way, I kind of owe it to them for my current life and luxury.
Agreeing to meet is as far as my gratitude goes, though.
The man in the hood moves, lowering himself into the chair opposite me. His face is still obscured, but I don't need to see it. I know this dance.
I was trained here. The hoods are a form of intimidation and mystery. Some agents aren't exactly scary looking, so the hoods help with that.
"Such a shame." His voice is smooth. Old. Familiar. "You were one of our best agents."
"Such a shame indeed." I keep my voice flat. Dismissive.
"You had a ninety percent success rate. The information you gathered. The contacts you cultivated. Your assassinations were... spotlight."
I raise an eyebrow.
"You know this whole thing won't work on me."
The man in the hood exhales.
"I thought so."
He reaches up. Pulls back the hood. Tosses it onto the empty chair beside him.
