There's always something in the way of my job. This time it's my partner. He's usually not this... emotional. He's standing at the edge of the room with tears in his eyes. I don't know why. He's one of the best people out there for this job, but he can't even pull the trigger.

     So today's job was to find this man who's around 30 and has blonde hair and green eyes. He's short and very happy. Our job was to bring him to one of the rooms in our "base". He was hiding something. We all knew it. But when we came over to his house he decided to resist. Probably the worst idea. Trying to kill us is a bit more reasonable than that. Resisting just shows he's weak and he is hiding something. If he killed us then he could say we were killed by someone else. He clearly isn't very smart.

     "Noah, just aim the gun and pull the trigger it isn't that hard." I looked over at Noah to see him trembling. "You look just as scared as him!" I point to the man standing in the corner. I mean I wouldn't blame him. Most sane people would fear for their life. They have a weird way of caring about living far more than I personally think they should. But who am I to judge. 

     "Noah, aim the gun." I put my hand over Noah's gently aiming the gun for him. "And press the trigger." I put my finger over his. "See it isn't so hard. Now let's clean up and go back now, darling."

    Noah still trembling. "He was innocent." Noah's voice was particularly high that day. Nothing a bit of voice practice couldn't help.

     "And he resisted. You know the rules."

     Noah began to tear up as he brought his arm down. "He didn't deserve this."