My name is Tyson and I am a assassin. At age nine both my parents died in a car accident and I was sent to live with a uncle I never new I had. After a few weeks there my life started changing. The training was brutally hard but my kept telling me if I survived I would be a killing machine. After two years I complete all the training my uncle could give me. I was sent to a group of men that were to train me the rest of the way. By the time I was eighteen I had killed two men one a fellow assassin for trying to steal from me and the other my first assignment. When I left the men I flew back to my uncles to live and work with him in his manufacturing company and being a assassin on the side.
Two years went buy and I had bought my own house and had my own branch of the company and was doing quite well. With the companies growth and the money from the assassinations I was set for life, but being as paranoid as I am about going broke I invested in stocks.
I was walking threw the local mall window shopping so to speak. When I heard a commotion behind me. I turned around to see two security gaurds chasing a guy in a hooded sweatshirt carrying a purse. Noticing this I kick out into his stomach as he approached me while he was down I got the purse while the security gaurds put him in handcuffs. Then I recognized the women jogging up to us.
I handed her the purse and she said “thank you so much my entire life is in there.”
I told here “no problem”.