Short story fiction by Tom Herndon 2019-2020

<p>Six years ago, when I attended An-Najah National University at eighteen, my psychological profile indicated a degree of moral flexibility which prompted the Palestinian Security Services (PSS) to recruit me, put me through four years of rigorous training, and transform me into an elite assassin. No one suspects a woman.</p> <p>General Majid himself claimed it was my regal bone structure that had them place me with the Ophir Modeling Agency in Tel Aviv. Being a fashion model was an effective cover while I trained. My weapon of choice became the sniper rifle. I grew to love the precision and cleanliness of arms-length warfare over the chaos of hand-to-hand. As my passion for the bulls-eye grew, I rose quickly through the ranks as an agent. Still, as much as I prize accuracy and have a passion for precision, I&rsquo;m not a machine.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@cheftom/short-story-fiction-by-tom-herndon-2019-2020-fddeb7cf9f1d"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>