I walked away as the woman fell down dead. The attention was to her. And seeing as one of my other targets was also rushing in, I used my and to pierce through into the lung just as we passed. My skin got rid of the blood.
I walked to a car and saw that it was locked.

So I punched through the window and climbed in. Not caring if anyone was looking at me, I used my finger as a lock pick be making it much smaller. I pressed the peddle and drove straight into my next target killing him on impact as the top of his body got cut off. The car hit the wall of a shop. Where my 4th target was. I grabbed my Tommy gun as I got out. I knew where he was inside the building as I sprayed bullets at the wall, 4 more people go down in the crossfire. Oh well.

I turned and looked up at the road seeing people flee. I aimed my gun at the person who was my 5th target. 1 shot killed them. I turned lef-

System reboot

I woke up in a car reck. The force knocked me out for a second or two. The diver I see is stunted as push the car off of me. 5 people in the car. All seem to be my targets. Neet.

I am using the last bullets killing the 5 people. That's 10 down and 8 to go. I reload my drum magazine as the police show up. I shoot  bullets at one police car killing both the officers.

I look at the Mcdonalds and even for me, I am shocked. 40 people hiding in it not, including 8 of my targets. That's 48 people. I have 48 bullets.

I aimed me gun and squeezed the trigger as lead flew into the restaurant that soon became filled with blood. I heard screaming. Crying. And then nothing as the gun ran out of bullets. The shells of the bullets bounced on the floor

I finally blinked and ran more police came up armed to the teeth. I changed my eye colour back to black. I got my scarf and wore it and picked different shoes of a dead body and wore it after taking mine off. I ditched my coat and am looking back as an other innocent civilian. I breath in and walk back to the pick up point.

63 people dead in the span of 5 minutes.

I'm in my room not doing anything. Hands shaking dispite being a machine.

Thinking the incident over and over again. How many people I killed. The collateral damage. The sadness and destruction of people's lives. I slowly blink and breath dispite not having to. Itching my arm as the hour of 9pm ends.