Kill Contract

The cacophony of the airport, a miniature world in itself, is a familiar sound. From the fourth-floor lounge, you observe the bustling crowds below, a stark contrast to the quiet, dim area you occupy. Suitcase by your feet, arms crossed, you wear a seemingly peaceful expression, but your mind is solely focused on the mission.
Four hours into the flight, you're wide awake. Operation North Star. Solo. North Korea. The weight of the mission presses down. You are Austin Sky Winters, 18 years old, bulletproof, on a mission to assassinate.
Arriving at the inconspicuous hotel, you unpack. The seemingly ordinary items in your bag are cleverly disguised tools of your trade. As you examine your grappling hook/jump rope, your phone vibrates. An unexpected call.
“...son?” It’s your father. His voice is a frantic whisper, filled with fear.
