You Need

You take the woman’s hand. You feel an electric shock as knowledge flows into you. You have the memories of a dozen assassins and a couple demon hunters.

As the memories swirl around in your head the woman walks away. She seems to slip into the shadows and moments later disappears.

You sit at the bar sorting through your new knowledge. You aren’t ready yet. Your body is far to soft and you’ll need equipment. But, first you’ll need to escape the hotel unseen.

You slip into the bathroom. A drunk girl is staring at the mirror trying to fix her sweater. You give the nerve bundle in her neck a swift chop. She falls into an **** heap. You remove a hair clip and her sweater, tossing a twenty on her body.

You slip the sweater over your clothes and rearrange your hair. In minutes you look like a completely different person.

You slip out of the bathroom. You enter into a moving crowd, always being careful to avoid the cameras. You exit the casino into the hot desert air.

Two days later you are training in a rented house on the outskirts of town. You spend eighteen hours a day training, strength training, sword training, and training with projectiles. You have the memories of assassins, but knowing how and having the muscle memory are two different things.

Months go by. You are stronger, more skilled, and nearly ready. You celebrate the arrival of the last pieces of equipment you’ll need with an extra long workout. Tomorrow you’ll rest. The next day is showtime.