The Death of Jakub Wrzesniewski
by Jakub Wrzesniewski

Believing that invisibility is the true secret to success for any assassin, I started on a mis-identity campaign. You may have noticed the new redneck southerner walking around in his fatigue pants and cammo baseball hat. A fresh exchange student from Alabama or some other foreign country? No, Quincy's very own Jakub Wrzesniewski, gone undercover. Teachers didn't recognize me, friends didn't recognize me, all was going well. That is, until my run-in with [CLASSIFIED]. Half way down the stairs from my old Quincy D-42 room, he stumbled onto me and fired two shots directly in my chest. He began to profusely apologize. "Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Tempted to pretend I was still alive, I nevertheless admitted to be the very target he was pursuing. He said "Kuba? Man, I though you were the repair guy." Oh what an ignominious end for the master of disguise!