this morning #1934.

this morning, scanning the faces throughout the crowd, i noticed a lot of sympathetic mugs amongst these strangers. wasn’t particularly proud of what i was about to do. no backing out though. have to do what i came here to do. what i’d been tasked with, that is. what i’d been paid to do, to be exact. wish i knew why i’d been asked to do this. why here? why now? i had so many questions. been told to keep them to myself. if i wasn’t able to pull off the job without asking questions, they’d just find someone else to do it. i checked the crowd again. checked the time. five minutes to go. took a few deep breaths. picked up my backpack & moved into position. over by the doors. said one last prayer for a safe escape.