"No. We can't. You can't handle this kind of life."
"What makes you say that?"
He tilted her head up, "There's no going back if you do, Skylar."
"I can handle it, I can."
"No. We can't. You can't handle this kind of life."
"What makes you say that?"
He tilted her head up, "There's no going back if you do, Skylar."
"I can handle it, I can."
And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he...