— How do we wanna get rid of him?
— Do you want to shoot him?
— It's a little noisy, isn't it?
— Do you want to stab him?
— That's a little cold-blooded, isn't it?
— Do you want to kill him or not?
She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away. I tell her... I love her. The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she's running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.