North Continuum City: Carson's Restaurant

DT was crouched on one of the many tables in the building surveying his handiwork. Here was all of this hard work and no one to appreciate it in its fullness except for him. The body before him lay on the ground with a certain "completeness" to him. There was something aesthetically pleasing about how he died. The position the body was left in and the placement of the corpse in the room both conveyed a sort of sickening appeal to his senses. It wasn't beautiful. No one would dare call it beautiful, not even DT himself. But there was something so finite about it and in that DT couldn't take his eyes off of it.

It's a shame I have to dispose of it.

He spat on the body and immediately it was ablaze and in less than a second the body was gone.

"Well that was uneventful," he said standing up on the table. He looked around at the inside of the restaurant. To his surprise, it remained as well kept and clean as it was before his encounter with his target. The lack of collateral damage reflected how utterly unimposing his target was. He was hardly able to put up a good fight and was definitely nothing worth noting.

North Continuum City: Outside Carson's Restaurant

Atop a building not too far off, ST sat watching Carson's Restaurant closely, awaiting her twin. The building had been quiet for the past five minutes. She wasn't worried that something had happened. She knew better than to worry about her brother. She was only wondering what reason he had for wasting their time. ST felt a rush pass through her body for a split second and in that second the restaurant exploded.

"Son of a bitch, DT," she said to herself as she watched burning bits and pieces fall from the sky.

"Yo," DT said, suddenly appearing next to her.

"Why were you fooling around in there?" she asked.

"I wasn't fooling around. The target died 'pretty', so I took the time to admire it. You always talk about life's tranquil moments. I found one and decided to enjoy it," he replied.

"Staring at dead bodies is tranquil to you? That's disturbing," she said back.

"Well after a while the sight of a dead body stops being uneasy to look at. After a while, it's just another body," he told her.

"It's really sort of depressing isn't it?" a voice spoke inside their heads.

A masked figure wearing the same black jacket as them approached slowly from behind.

"Oh, it's only you Moses," DT said as he turned around. "I was almost scared that something had learned to sneak up on me."

"I didn't mean to startle you," Moses said.

"What is it you were saying earlier? Something depressing?" ST inquired.

"I was talking about our desensitization. It's depressing that these bodies are just bodies. It's depressing that the targets are only targets to us. They aren't lives anymore. They're just targets, things to be killed, things to die. That's depressing," Moses said.

"True, but you know what happened Moses. We all know. It's depressing but it's like that for a reason. The truth comes at a price Moses," ST replied.

"I guess, but it makes me wonder," Moses said.

"Wonder what?" DT asked.

"It makes me wonder if the truth is worth the price that's paid," he answered.

The next moments were silent. No one said anything. The three of them simply stared at the burning remains of the restaurant as it slowly died away.