the workings of the past

the day was still dark and he walked silently on the street, watching his back .. his senses all alert as it should be. everything was in order , the suitcase he carried and he remembered the password. tonight and he is done. his head was half buried in the coat and he carried himself in the most unassuming manner. as he crossed the street he checked the restaurant opposite to him and he swung around the corner and turned into the dark alley. now he eased into a more comforting walk, with less awareness about him.
he slowly looked at the buildings around him, he had been here before and slowly opened the door of the third building for which he had the keys. he slowly made his way to the top floor and settled down waiting for the time. suddenly his fingers were trembling , he took out his cigarette and lit it and smoked.. the release of all the strain. it was two weeks before when a call in the middle of the night came in. first he was angry which soon gave way to incredulity at the job that lay ahead of him. he shivered to think of tomorrows headlines , a shock that would shake the world at its roots. he had another drag , he was paid well .. very well in fact to not to take it up. money always had its way around this world. and this might be the last he thought , just enough to go out and finally rest in peace. he had about 3 more hours to go .. and he wanted a quick nap before he made the final move.
soon images filled his mind in his sleep , the jobs previously done with no emotion and no mercy .. all that spoke was the money. this was his job , and there were no two ways about it , did he feel differently ?
his mind drifted to a time much before , thoughts that rested for such a long time that he never dared to go so deep least it disturbed him greatly. but somehow today he relaxed and soon those images filled his mind. as a young kid he was like any other; going to school , playing the game of cricket on the indian streets, his parents who showered him with so much love. then came the fateful day , the day his innocence died forever, the day he decided for survival he needed to fight. seeing his parents shot in front of his eyes and as he ran away from the scene with tears streaming down his life changed forever. from an engineer today he is now the 'silent assasin'. he tore his thoughts away to come into the present , everything around his seemed blurred , a tear .. just a single tear came down his right eye.