I was surprised when I first received my target assignment, but pleased. We had known each other years ago and fell out of touch. After carefully researching him, I decided on a whim to eat lunch where he lived, and hope that he was there. I walked nonchalantly into the dining hall, and didn’t see him. Until I got into one of the lines for the main course – he was standing directly in front of me. I casually added a spoon to my tray – removing either of the ones in my pockets would have been far too suspicious. I stalked him around, unnoticed, as he gathered up elements of his meal, calmly waiting for my moment to strike. The moment came when he reached for an empty glass. I stepped up to him and pressed the weapon into his skin. He looked down, confused, and then up into my face, doubly confused. Then, comprehension dawned on his face. “I’m dead, aren’t I?” “Yes.” Then we had lunch.