Prologue

  Sweat dribbled down his face like morning dew on ripe green leaves. We stood facing each other, a look of satisfaction curling onto my face as I prepared the correct wording for the question that would determine my opponent's fate. The air was dull and suffocating. His breathing was getting so heavy he almost wheezed. But I could hardly hear him; the only thing I really heard was the bullet that I hoped would escape my gun. I always loved killing, a 'dirty child' my mother called me. That's why I got this dirty job.

"If you were to think of a number, any number, what might it be?"I smugly inquired.

He hesitated, I could tell he was trying to keep his mouth tight shut, but he wasn't strong enough. Then a devilish glowing smile finally pulled across my face. "4215"

"Sell-out"