The phone on the night desk rang at a quarter past midnight. George had left hours ago. He'd left a note in my typewriter. Back by midnight. Do not go out alone. Downstairs the tension was warming up, and the whole building hummed like it knew something I didn't. I was worried.

I stand up from my desk. Maybe a glass of milk would... I stop as I feel my stomach crumble. It let out a cold reminder what would come if i allowed for myself even a moment of rest. I throw away the desire for a break. Doesn´t matter. I don´t even like milk.

Nobody looks twice at something that pure. Maybe that´s why i didn´t notice the shift,

I knew him. Everybody did. He sat on every breakfast table in the city and in the chrome pitcher at every diner counter. He smiled from the side of the park bench as he adequately finished an ordinary glass of milk while a reporter put down every last word of him. He was like an angel. Nobody looks twice at something that pure. Maybe that´s why i didn´t notice the shift. I was getting attached, but before i knew what had happened, it was already too late. The target i had took an oath to protect had become more than a assignment. He had become like family.

I took my sword, loaded my pocket with a fresh roll of film and went out into the rain. George would call it a fool's errand. My heart aches as it reminds me of the mission. I let out a long sigh and decided to accept the reality of the situation. The seed had already taken root and there was nothing that could be done. Very well. Regardless, I must push forward. I´ve worked too hard to let everything fall apart.