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#6 forced a smile as her patient described their ailment to her, just as she had expected a powerful migrane was developing in her temples. The old man she was treating looked at her through slanted eyes, she smiled again as she moved to pick up her senbon. Her target was an old man, there was really no sense in delaying the assassination. #6 felt no remose for the man in front of her. From what he had described, it sounded like he had one nasty tumor growing and killing him now would probably benefit him. She shook the thought from her brain, compassion was a usless emotion and she did not need it. "Please lay down," she intructed and the old man complied happily thinking his pain was going to be gone. #6 checked to make sure she had maced the senbon with the right poison, it would look like a natural death and there would be no reason to suspect foul play.

A Few Hours Later

#6 flipped the sign on her front door to Closed and headed up to the small apartment above the clinic to pack her bags. In a few hours she would be back at headquarters and able to move on to the next target. Pausing in her path to the back bedroom, #6 caught her reflection in a mirror. Blank silver eyes greeted her and she thought back to the old man who was going to pass in his sleep tonight. I wonder what an old man did to offend Cloud? #6 wondered, but it was pointless to wonder. GIve it a week and she wouldn't even remember his face. There was always too many to remember.