Perfect Timing

~Prologue~

Stop.

Sounds, images, memories, all spun through my mind like a whirlwind. I had to make sure that everything went my way. One wrong move and everything would be over.

I took out the wooden block and lowered it at the top of the structure. My hand quivered with the anticipation that it would not fall. The block balanced precariously for one, two, five seconds - then the whole structure toppled over. My countenance remained unchanged, but my opponent was not as subtle. He took one glance at the heap of blocks at our feet, and let out his cries of victory.

"HA! You may be a highly-trained murderer, but you can't even win a simple game of Jenga!"

"Oh, why must you boast at that fact? I could easily be planning your inevitable death right now."

"You could... But you aren't."

"And why the hell am I not?"

"Because knowing you, I know that you would want a rematch. And that would never happen if I were to die."

"Fuck you, James."

But James was right. I did want a rematch.. Just not this moment. The world was revolving outside and other people were destined to die. Choosing the right person to murder is only a matter of details, and I was very meticulous when it came to that.