by Brandon Eiges, sports editor
As I walked out my door the morning of Feb. 7, I approached my car with caution. Looking left, right, up, down, and all-around, paranoia struck. I pulled the trigger on my Nerf gun and shot eight rounds of plastic bullets at a pine cone.
This is the life of an assassin.
The 2011 edition of Cal High assassins is supposed to be a fun game where seniors in teams of two try each week to “kill” their assigned targets and protect themselves from the team trying to assassinate them.
It has been almost a month since we started the game, and it’s been nothing less than a pain in my butt. Every place I go, paranoia controls me. Every time I turn my head, someone might be out to get me. It’s horrible.
I have no clue how past students have played this game without going insane!
A normal day in the life of an assassin begins when I wake up.
The first thing I do is peep through my bedroom blinds to see if there are any unusual cars or anyone suspicious outside. After finishing my morning routine and leaving my house, I am either lucky to make it safely to my car, if it is parked in the safe zone of my garage or driveway, or bracing myself for a battle as I head to the street.
If I parked on the street, I’m fair game. With books and lunch in one arm, a Nerf gun, loaded with bullets in the other, I sprint to my car in fear. But as soon as the vehicle is reached, it’s smooth sailing until after the school day concludes.
Be wise choosing your partner because it could make or break your chances at winning.
Thankfully, my partner, who wanted to remain anonymous, is a Grade-A stalker. This person knows where everyone lives, what their schedules are like, and when they are free game.
The first strategy we used to hunt our targets was to stake out their houses before school one morning.
Stakeouts are tricky though. One slight movement in a wrong direction or one noise from stepping on a branch and it’s game over.
Sitting outside one of our target’s houses, my partner and I waited for almost an hour. We waited and waited, being patient, when finally the front door of the house opened.
We charged at the person coming out of the house, nailing them with plastic Nerf bullets. Just as we thought, “Yes! One down!” we realized that we did not get our target, but his brother.
Our target decided to not go to school that day and now that team knows we are after them.
That is the downside to assassins. One slip-up and your chances of a big payday and the pride of being the ultimate assassin is over.
