Assassin's Need

A unique set of skills, thats why they employ me,
And why my accomplice is close by my side,
She says that I'm gentle but won't suffer fools,
Whatever; the truth is she's loving the ride.
If you can spot a Great Tit from a third floor window,
Despite the fact that fucker's many miles away,
Then your eyesight don't need any kind of laser correction,
No matter what the geeks who work at Specsavers say.
So I'm sighting out this target, more than one thousand yards,
And my partner's telling me it is a miracle shot,
As she's trying to whisper to me in her high girly voice,
She's bought on an erection cos she sounds kinda hot.
There's the jack-a-roo guy standing behind the window,
Whilst mustachioed dude smokes a cuban cigar,
My partner whisper's 'Who's he?' and I tell her I don't know,
This job feels proper fucked up and a little bizarre.
My breath is held in and I'm still for a moment,
And even Miss Whisper has managed to hush,
Two shots fail to ring out because they've been silenced,
Two flowers of red bloom on carpets so plush.
My partner, she giggles as I stow my piece,
And we stroll away arms intertwined,
Living like this must be tough, many wonder,
But my partner and I, we enjoy the hard grind.