Something little from my in-progres book, Assassin Some nights, I would wake up drenched in sweat, hands desperately grabbing the bed sheets. I wouldn't know where I was, my mind too focused on the nightmare that plagued me just moments before. I would stare at the ceiling, desperately gasping for air. This one was not unlike the others. It was just a dream.        I repeated this mantra in my mind as I took steady breaths. The calming technique I had learnt slowed my ragging breathing and I could think clearly once again. It's just a job, I know this. If I don't do it, someone will. Masyaf is the stronghold of two hundred assassins, one wi