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He was in love. She was in love. They worshipped the ground each other walked on. And they were fools for it. Because they couldn't ever make it work. They would eventually look at each other and see that all those little things they hated and kept hidden had become all they saw, and they would resent each other for their own discontent.
The agent was stealthy, quiet. The mission was simple, kill the woman before she hurt one of them. He was part of a special, elite division of the government, a covert and unknown division.