The package lay tucked in the arm of the flagpole. Curious, I thought, as I opened the shop. Clearly, someone must be trying to pass along some unfinished socks to a new assassin. Or even hoping to make a kill on a regular Thursday knitter.
But, I had a sense something just wasn't right. The note inside the beautiful socks said it all,
"Chesley,
One of your knitterly assassins has turned Rogue, Jason Bourne style. I will be taking down each of you who have trained and controlled us knitting assassins. You think you can control us, you think you can just send us our targets, and we will take them down no questions asked? Well, no more! This time it is you who has been killed. One of your minions has turned on you, and I wanted you to know the warm footed death that we have been dishing out to one another on your behest. Let this be a warning to all those who have been in cahoots with the dear commander here, I am coming for you as well!
Chesley, you have been assassinated with a pair of Killer Zap socks.
Sincerely,
The Rogue Knitter"
