She walked past the fence and glided into the house with ease. The gate had been unlocked like her superiors had told her it would, and the door's lock was of little hindrance to her. Before entering however she had used her fingerprints to disable the alarm system. She was surprised it worked, but then again they told her it would. They had to have hacked the alarm system, she thought.
As she walked further into the sleeping house, she had this strange feeling pass over her , a certain sense of deja-vu. The sensation was so strong she had to stop for a second, overwhelmed by her body's strange response. She moved her head, deciding to observe her surroundings to take her mind of off things. Yet that didn't help either. The kitchen made her feel a strange sense of longing, while the living room opposing it triggered a strange rush of ...emotion. Almost as though what she was about to do was akin to betrayal. Then a rush of static through her ear piece broke through her strange musings, forcing her to concentrate on the present.
"Why have you stopped A-24?", came their piercing inquiry.
For the first time since being awoken, she felt something telling her to lie to her superiors.
"I thought I saw something out of my peripheral vision sir."
Silence ensued as she waited for them to tell her they knew the truth, that they knew she had developed feelings.
"The heat scanner is unable to detect any life forms you are clear to go. Proceed A-24."
She straightened her shoulders and marched up the stairs, batting away any thoughts of doubt or guilt that seemed to creep into her brain.
Pushing the door to her mission's bedroom she strolled in to see a man sleeping with a child wrapped up in his arms. She paused for a moment taking in the way the full moon hit their faces. Then she slowly unsheathed her army knife stalking forward like a tiger towards its prey. Her shadow draped over them like the blanket of death, as she stood over them. For a split second she wondered if she knew the people laying in front of her; and in the next she brought down the knife and sliced their throats, their eyes flying wide open, with their blood slipping through their grabbing fingers. As she watched impassively the sheets they lay on slowly turned a dark shade of crimson. That's when she realized where the familiarity of the house, of the now dead people came from.
It was because she knew them. They had been her family, before the organisation took her and wiped her memories. The memories where she nursed the dead child laying in front of her when he was just a babe, and calmed him when he first fell. The time when her and her husband celebrated their 10th anniversary together flashed before her eyes. She had always put them first. They had always been a team, each taking care of the other.
Yet she didn't know what scared her more. The fact that she had just killed her whole family, or the fact that she couldn't bring herself to regret it.
