Quietly I push open the door and peek in, finding a fourteen-year-old girl laying on her belly reading a book. She doesn't notice my presence. At first, the sight of her pretty, innocent-looking face causes me to have second thoughts. I could let her live, though I would lose twenty grand. It seems like such a waste; long scarlet hair, perfectly toned body, long legs, and small firm breasts. Ah well, it's just another job. I slip the barrel of my gun through the door and a single bullet ruins her pretty face forever.