Jane Smith

Jane had been on a new mission. The usual stuff, elaborate the perfect plan, find the target at the perfect time and kill them. Only this time... there was another assassin on the scene and the rule was clear: do not leave any witnesses.

She zoomed onto the other killer with her binocular—a man, tall, blond, unequipped to the job. But then as she zoomed in a little bit more she realized she knew that man. Even worse, she was married to him.

She couldn’t believe her own eyes, the shock that filled her chest at understanding that her husband was actually an assassin unbeknownst to her was overwhelming. But she didn’t even have enough time to let the shocking news sink in that you, her colleague, jumped in.

“Come on! Kill him before he does us!” You exclaimed, puzzled at why Jane, always so cold blooded and calculating, was hesitating.

As if on cue, John, Jane’s husband, shot them with a freakin’ bazooka. The shot was amiss though as it hit part of their set up. You cursed under your breath before deciding that it was time to act. What you didn’t know was that the man in question was Jane’s husband.