The Assassin's Reflection

Roland's hindbrain generated a map of the approaching assassins. The one-room hut Roland occupied was best described as squalid. He knew he'd lived there for quite a long time, although he wasn't sure if the home was his in an illegal sense of the word. His black skin looked ashen and clammy. Unusually pale, he thought. But he didn't recall enough about himself to know if that was really true. A few seconds focus could have told him which members of the group were vegetarians,. where two of the team were on their menstrual cycles, and how recently each of their firearms had been cleaned and oiled. It was still a solid minute from