“I record these final words, on this message, so you will have record of my feelings. You never seem to have enough time to talk about the most important things in life, or to tell those closest to you what you really want said. I love you Anita. You will never know how hard it was to take this final mission. However, the choice for me was my personal enjoyment, or the destruction of the world.
“It’s time. Once I go under this fence the ball will be in motion. I’ll either die attempting to stealing the plans, or be declared dead for succeeding and never be able to speak to you again. I wish, for your sake, that someone else could go. We both know it’s in my blood. It’s my heart and soul. Just know I’ve always loved you. Remember the good times, and I will always. Be near.”
A dog barked breaking the silence.
“It’s time. I must go. I’ll see you in our paradise dreams.”
Soon the sound of horns blared, followed by several gunshots. Then the message was silent.
“Those were his final words. Why did he take on this mission? If his love was so sincere, why did William take this mission. We were due to head for Jamaica to live our retirement,” the woman said bowing her head in tears.
She smiled, and left the restaurant for the snowy New York streets.
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