Assassins

“Okay,” I told myself. “I need a hero who can sneak around without being noticed, someone who will let me get there and back without anyone seeing me.”

I reached out with my powers — and then immediately recoiled, flinching, as my options welled up inside my head.

Because my first nineteen results were assassins. And not the political kind, the kind that killed only one famous person, either, but the professional kind, the kind that made killing other people their entire life’s work and honed their mind and body specifically for that goal.

…

That…didn’t work for me. I needed someone who was good at all aspects of sneaking — and, unfortunately, those nineteen Hassan guys seemed like the best bet. If I could only choose between assassins, I’d certainly prefer a professional over a deranged madman like Jack the Ripper.