We all have a purpose.I was eighteen years old when I found mine.I also fell in love, hard.His name is Gadget.He is the master of shadows.He's a player in the game.Death was that game.We're called hitters, killers for hire.My name is Camo.I have the ability to hide in plain sight.I wear many faces.A ghost with a rifle.He knows me by voice, nothing more.Where he is good, I'm the best.For his safety, I stayed away.Six years I've spent keeping him alive, killing many, while pining for him from behind the lens of my scope.But a threat from within forces me to approach Gadget face to face. With no mask or makeup, no background to blend in, he would see me for who and what I really was. A beautiful killer who found her purpose.I had it all figured out too. I just had to keep him alive, protect his family, draw out the threat and eliminate it. My plan was to do this while making him fall so far in love with me that he would simply overlook my role in setting him up. For me it was simple, I found my purpose and I was keeping him.You know, for as long as we both shall live...