The mission

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Tonight, was the night.

The night of the mission.

You were nervous, you could feel the dread setting inside you.

You didn't want to go on this mission but you knew you had to go.

You slowly dragged yourself to the corner of your room and slumped over the box.

Eyes filled with regret and guilt you approached the box and hauled it to your room placing it down onto the cotton sheets.

Quickly tearing the box open you take out your gown, shoes and other accessories and put them on.

You quickly skim over the file making yourself familiar with your mission and its target.

You weren't going to lie to yourself you were sceptical about this mission, some thing just didn't seem right.

You decided to ignore the feeling, pushing it to the pit of your stomach. Because you knew there was no way out of this mission without it being complete.

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