This room'What is your name?'
'I don't have a name.'
'What is your purpose?'
'To serve Unit One.'
'Because they are Right.'
The conversation echoed in her head as she walked with purpose. What was her purpose? Ah yes, she was on a mission. The first mission in her life.
It was nearly midnight and the city looked dead. It pretended to be dead in fear that being alive wasn't allowed after the curfew. Only the police and Unit One, the elite force designated by the Government to preserve Calm, were out and about and even the police felt uneasy when she passed them, not bothering to keep her old-fashioned, bullet gun out of sight.
'It's your first mission,' a man without a face, the one that questioned her earlier, had said, his words somehow blurry in her memory. 'You will learn how good it is to preserve Calm and clean the vermin.'
Yes, she was a trained assassin. She had been in training for as long as she could remember.
'This device will bring you pain every time you think abou