It was difficult thinking of this not as a hit but rather as a mission to protect.  I don’t protect, I destroy.  Order given was to kill Mr. White.   New order was to protect her family.  Conflicts of interest sucked.  Though I was about to seriously piss people off.  Told Anna to wait in my room.  Knowing her, she would sneak over to the boardroom sometime.  Maybe I would be lucky enough to finish this before then?  Taking a breath, I let everything go.  Emptying my mind to focus on the task at hand.  Nothing.  Feel nothing.  I needed to feel nothing.  I needed to be emotionally dead.  By the time I saw the doors to the boardroom, Ghost was back.  Showtime.  Shaking out my hands, I threw open the door.  Along the walls, pictures...

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