New Recruit

Thunder rolled in the distance. Rain pelted her face. Exhaustion arrived which dulled the senses - curbed her decision making. Through heavy, erratic breathing, she slowly raised the gun while reciting the guild’s creed.
 
“America will survive. As her steward, I dedicate my life. No act is too low. No price is too high. Through sex, lies, and violence, Lady Liberty will thrive…”
 
While starring down field, she squeezed the trigger. The bullet struck the pig and split its head apart. Blood streamed out in a pulsating manner. Moments later, the pig’s heart failed, and its body collapsed.
 
With the gun still raised, a tear fell down her cheek - quickly devoured by the rain.
 
A woman approached from behind and placed a hand on her shoulder. With a deep sign, she leaned and whispered in her ear, “Eleanor. My sweet Eleanor. Bury the emotion. Focus.”

Eleanor turned her head while slowly lowering her gun.
 
The woman continued, “Your training will never end. But it will become easier. More routine.”
 
Eyes closed, Eleanor raised her head to the sky, “I hate this, Mrs. Hoover. All of this.” She reached for her shoulder, grabbing Mrs. Hoover’s hand. Squeezing.

With a big, mischievous smile, Mrs. Hoover again whispered, “Hate it? I’m sure. But you will soon come to embrace it. Even enjoy it. All of it.”