"Alright, here's your spot, here's the job. Have fun" The agent sent me out of the limo with a piece of luggage that should have a rifle in it.
It was a college fair, "Class registration".
I openned the letter I had from before, a post it note said "Enjoy college and await further instructions.", behind it was a class registration sheet... already filled out, with a room number on it."
"This can't be right." I though to myself.
I went to a bathroom stall, unzipped the luggage... and all that was inside were a set of clothes, no rifle, no ammunition, clothes. And before you think I'm one of those "I can kill you with my thumbs" kind of grunts, I'm a civilized assassin, I don't do hand to hand.
"This sucks" I muttered