CHUCK:
Chuck stared upu at the ceiling, trying to count the many tiles that made up to roof. He was getting nowhere. James, his roomie, barged in, waving a minila folder in his face. "You, my friend, are going on a mission." He said, and Chuck took the folder. He was to kill 47 year-old Marcus Green, who had been in the Cleansers but quit. The corners of his mouth turned up.
"Cleansers, eh? Fun." His tone was scary, but everybody always brushed that off, and it appeared that James did too. Chuck got up, then grabbed his dagger and went out the door. He found Marcus's house easily, and also got in easily. It wasn't hard to find Green, he was asleep on the front room couch, and Chuck drove the dagger through his heart before Green could even stutter a scream. Chuck ran away silently and quickly back to the house and was back in an hour. "Easy." He said to James, plopping down on his bed. Sometimes it disturbed him that he had to kill men twice his age, but he brushed that off too.