The Story:

A young single mother, Rachel, was hard up for cash trying to raise her daughter, Sophia. She took up a job she knew was risky, but paid more then she had ever earned in her life, more than enough for the two to live comfortably. It seemed so simple, just take some documents from one person and give them to another, who then gave her a stack of cash. The only rule she was ever given was she could never look at the documents. For a few weeks everything went fine, but curiosity crept into Rachel's mind. What were these documents she was carrying all over town, with random drop off points. She tried to fight off the curiosity, to remind herself as long as she had money, food and a nice place to live who cared what it was she was doing. Unfortunately, one day, Rachel was unable to contain her curious mind. She opened one of the documents, and saw with horror what it was that she had been doing. The documents where Highly classified military secrets, the kind that if the government caught her with, she would be dragged before a firing squad without trial. Without a second thought Rachel raced home, burned the document, then she went to Sophia's school and grabbed her daughter. Within an hour the two were on a train heading out of the city into the countryside. Sophia was confused but excited to be riding on a train. Once the two where far away from the city, Rachel and Sophia walked a couple miles to a small little hamlet where Rachel rented a dingy little room. It was only when she locked the door that Rachel let herself feel a small sense of relief.

Two month pass with no sign of any trouble, Rachel and Sophia had integrated pretty well with the Hamlet and Rachel truly felt that maybe she was safe. She was even thinking of going back into the city to pull out her savings, such a sum would be more than enough to last a long while in the country side. That night Rachel took a bath feeling happy and content, the fear of being branded a spy was beginning to seem like a silly notion. As she walked back to her bedroom she even wondered if maybe she had overreacted.

As she entered her room a strong gloved hand grabbed her, and through her too the ground. Rachel let out a startled Yelp, that becomes a choking gasp as she looks up to see a tall man in a mask, in his hand was a gun, a silencer screwed to the Barrel. Rachel knew the man, everyone in the city did, he was the Executioner, his job, to find and execute spies against the government. Tears well in Rachel's eyes as she tries to beg for for her life.

But her pleas fall on deaf ears, the Executioner raises his gun and with a suppressed bang, Rachel is no more. His Job done the executioner turns to leave but is stopped by a small girl in the doorway, her eyes dart from the man to her mother dead on the floor, Mommy? she asks confused.

The man sighs, his orders were clear, there were to be no witnesses.