They’ve been looking for me for several years. More than I care to remember, but I know exactly how long down to the minute. Its what I’ve been trained to do. What I did, I will never forget. It was an accident, or at least I think it was. That is if I did it at all. Some parts of my life are unclear and more of a fog than a solid image. I used to try and figure things out but now I see no point in it. As I am sitting in the booth at The Café, looking out the window I see a man peering right back at me. He has on a long brown coat and slacks. A bus drives by and then he is gone.
“I fit the profile”, they said. I was very careful, precise, and most of all, untrusting. I had intensive training that seemed to last years. One day I realized it was the real thing. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it though, for I had some of the best times of my life while under contract. I just got tired of it. While I got to see the world and travel it became a hassle. So I decided to get out. I started a family. I had never loved something so much. They meant everything to me. I couldn’t imagine life without them until I got the call.
I remember the man's voice on the phone. It was deep and resounding but light enough to sound official and not too savage. It had a bit of gravely undertone and seemed to be a little sympathetic. I had to leave. It was for their own good. Just as my father left his family, I had to leave my family.
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