The doorbell rang. Flipping back all the locks I cracked it open, no one there. Sitting on the ground in a small glass vase were some roses. I picked them up and brought them inside. Sitting them down, I read the rose’s letter.
DIE

I spun around, the roses, or deadly thornbearing assault vegetation, was spinning rapidly. I dived behind the island. I need to quit this job. Opening a cabinet I pulled out my FBI issued .45. I looked at my kitchen wall, over a thousand tiny poison darts riddled it. 1,2,3 Go! Just like the training simulations. I popped up firing shot after shot at the D.T.A.V. It fell apart and I grabbed my coat.

I was gone.