Tamir

My neighbors and students know me as a Krav Maga instructor.

They see what I allow them to see.

Reality is far less attractive.

I still do the job that I love.

Only now, I work for myself instead of the government.

For those wealthy enough to hire me, my resume reads:

Israeli expatriate. Former special forces. Professional assassin.

Emily

There is absolutely nothing remarkable about me.

At least, that's what my friends would say.

What they don't know is an ugly secret forced me to abandon my past.

I left my family and everything I knew.

Hid myself away where no one would find me.

I thought I was safe. Untraceable.

I was wrong.

Now, there's only one thing I can do if I want to stay alive.

Run.