I am a paid assassin, going to a banquet with a friend, a fellow assassin. I'm wearing a black hat with a wide brim to hide my face better and, when I notice some tourists taking a picture, I duck my chin then turn away from the camera and look up as if I am a tourist myself. When we arrive at the banquet my friend sees some mutual friends (although these friends are not people I myself trust) and goes to sit by them but I quickly notice there are no seats for me. I ask one of her friends if the seat next to my friend is taken. Without looking at me the man says yes. I indicate another seat, slightly further away and he says that it too is taken. I point this out to my friend, that she has chosen a place where there are no seats for me. She tries to assure me that at least one of the seats is empty but I explain that this belligerant guy told me otherwise. She looks disappointed but begrudgingly says that we can sit elsewhere. I insist she stay with her friends. She makes as if to rise, saying no, she came with me and we would eat together, but I reach out and take a very firm hold of the flesh between her neck and shoulder. No, I insist, she should stay. I can feel the look of spite, of absolutely hatred, and feel the bile of betrayal as I push her down into her seat. I take my pieces of bread, all without crust, and find somewhere else to sit, somewhere where I know nobody and there as few other people there as possible.