Today i woke up for it seemed to be a normal day. The sun was shining bright and I went to my "job". I hand out train tickets. Boring, yet it provides suitable cover. I walked to the station, leaves crunching along the way. The trees were the colors of fire, for it was october and the dirt path looked like a piece of art. It was beautiful. Twenty minute later I was at the station, a heap of metal and wood that compared to the one downtown looked like a rushed job. I sat in the booth where I was to be punching tickets until three. As soon as the bell rang I would be off. Take off this disguise and start my real work. What I was trained to do. For hours I sat there waiting as the gun in my right pocket ached or use, punching tickets and repeating the same words over and over again. I looked up to the clock tower and saw the hand reach the mark of two fifty-five. Five more minutes and I'd be free. Just as I was about to part ways a man approached my booth. "One first class ticket to Covington." I gave him the ticket and he gave me the cash. As he boarded the train I could hear a fight break out between him and the conductor. It wasn't my problem but I had a feeling in my gut. A feeling that had been right too many times before for me to question it- the bell rang. It was time.