"It was too quiet. One of those evenings when the air seems to still that it almost sticks to you like a glove. Barry hated them. They never led to anything good. Of course, being a professional killer was certainly not the dream of his lifetime, but it was one of those few things he could call himself good at." Barry Berkman was the best at his job. or at leat he tought so, until he met a misterius woman