A man in the station was checking his watch when he suddenly raised his eyebrows, then sighed and closed his eyes as his legs collapsed from under him.
Some people paused to glance at the prone figure. One of them crouched down and nudged the man, murmuring into his ear before checking his pulse.
A woman screamed.
An hour later David was standing over the table in the living/dining room area of his apartment, staring at the little paper boat which sat in a puddle of water next to an overturned glass tumbler.
The water hadn’t soaked all the way through the paper yet, but enough that he knew whoever staged this little scene had since departed.
He ground his teeth as his hands slowly clenched into fists.
The message was clear; the target had already communicated his message, David had completed the assignment too late.
His ship had sailed.