I checked the files more thoroughly and he should be on another mission right now. the target is a woman named Margret Fisher. I checked his residence, he lives at 13 W Marbury Lane. Sounds very feminine for a Hitman, but it works. I went to his house and scanned the perimeter, just like any other contract. I saw an attic and a wooden ladder leading up to the window. He should be arriving any minute. I got back to my car and drove off.
I came back a few hours later and his car was parked outside the garage. I snuck around the the back of the house and climbed up the old rickety ladder. I waited a few more hours until dusk. I walked inside the house.
"Who are you and why are you in my house?" He said laying on the couch.
"My name is not important" I said with a shake in my voice "but what is is the fact that YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!" I said as I pulled out my pistol and shoved it into his chest.
"Hey! I did what I was paid to do. You can't blame me!" he said standing up from the couch.
"You're right" I said "But I can make you pay!" I said shooting his calf. He screamed with pain. I kept shooting. I shot him in the other leg. Then in the arm, then the other, all the while he whailed with pain. I shot him again and again. Then I finished his brutal murder with a shot in the forehead.
The neighbors must have called the police by now but I didn't care. I just wanted to pay him and his family back for the pain he had caused me.
Shortly after the shooting I was dragged away by the police. 4-6 months later I was proven guilty for premeditated murder. Now I'm serving 20 years for something that needed to be done. I am happy with my decision because when I was on trial I took the agency down with me.
