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The long chase was over: there he stood, in stupid ignorance that the end was nigh – his end. He was still wearing the silly, but sinister, Jack Rabbit mask. I did not need any mask: he did not know me, just my name.

Soon the train would stop and he would run off. But this time there would be no escape. The vile assassin would scream of despair, and bystanders shriek in terror.

He wouldn’t be arrested, but shot. Shoot to kill they call it, and I was paid to expedite the job.

As I was seeing ahead the well rehearsed scene, a slight noise behind me alerted me. A few feet away, standing tall, holding the rail above its head, was another Jack Rabbit. Annoying: there were now two of them? This was not in the script. Would I have to kill both of them, just to make sure?

Image source: Photo by Benjamin Godard, “Catch Me If You Can” on 500px.com