Times Square is busy during the lunch rush. Everyone knows that, so why did I go through here to visit my target? I could have taken the ally ways to the fire escape on his apartment complex. But no i took this crowded busy and witness filled Hell-hole
You See i am a hitman. Trained to kill in any way possible, in whatever setting and under any circumstance . I was trained in an underground facility in Nevada; Monster Corp.
I felt my 9 mm Pistol through my jacket and I thought about how to kill this man. He had done something bad i Know but why i was killing him i Didn't All i do is slash and dash and get the cash.
As walked into the restroom of the apartment complex I did a little research.
This man was 42 years old and lived with no one except his dog. That will soon change.
I entered his room and saw him watching Television on a pea green chair. It was very old but comfortable.
I slipped out my fiber wire from my black jacket and creeped over to the chair.
"Where is the dog? Oh Shit where is the dog" I thought to myself
the dog was asleep somewhere in the apartment and i could hear him snore. i never knew dogs to snore. I slid the fiber wire over the old man's neck. he was asleep. I pulled on the wire with all of my might and slowly but surly i sucked the life out of him.
No more snoring.
I heard the claws of the dog pat on the wood tile and walk down the hallway and i got out my pistol. It walked over to me and started to lick my shoe. " I wont kill this." i thought out loud.
i beant over and got out my anesthetic and stabbed it into its neck. It resisted a little for a second but slowly fell down to the ground. It would be perfectly fine in a couple of hours.
I jumped out onto the fire escape and onto a trash can it tiped over and the contenets spilled out.
A golden watch fell out and landed near my feet. I picked it up slowly and looked at the bottom of it. It had a name engraved on it
George Brooker
That was the mans name who gave me the contract. But why was it in his trash. I did not have time to doodle around in the trash. After all i did just kill a guy.
CONTRACT: 2
The man's name is John Smith, common name; yes, but an easy kill; no. He is a military buff, trained in boot camp, served for 10 years. He is old, he knows people hate him and want him dead. Knowing his soon-coming fate he sits on his front porch with a concealed pistol. He lives on a very busy street, so a night attack, I love night attacks. He goes inside at 5:30 to watch a television show and doesnt come back out until midnight. The man who wants him dead wants his purple heart badge he's recieved.
I've located an old abandon bakery across the street. I will stakeout until midnight, monitor his actions and eventually attack. I wonder if this should be a sniper mission; no.
I walked over to his house dressed in a police outfit I picked up at the holloween store. sure its illeagle but if your going to kill a guy mind as well go the whole nine yards.
" Hi I've got a call regarding uhh... domestic violence."
" I dont know what you're talking about" he said laying flat on the couch
I walked into the small house, looking for a basement door.
"is that the basement?" I pointed looking interested.
"yes"
I went downstairs and looked for an entrance from the outside. There an old fashioned swing door. I thanked him and walked out of the house.
I waited a few more hours until midnight. I snuck over to the basement door and opened it. I walked thought the dripping basement and found the door to the main level. The television was right near the door so i had to wait untill the next commercial for him to get a snack. I scurried into the bathroom and unlatched the seat to the toilet.
I waited again until the next commercial for him to go upstairs and look out the window for any hitman. You would think he'd be more prepared for a hitman. I dropped a few x-laxes into his nachos. Once again i waited until he went to "relieve his solids".
I heard some plops and then a loud "SNAP" and cursing from the bathroom. I ran into the bathroom and I pulled out my silenced pistol.
"what are you doing in my house?!?!" he yelled
I said nothing and shot him in the temple.
I dragged his body down to the basement and pushed his finger against the gun and put it then in his hand.
"Suicide" I said as I left the basement door.
CONTRACT: 3
I never really liked Boston, it was too confined for me, or at least my apartment was. My next contract was a man named Tom White. That name sounds familiar to me... it was my best friend in the 2nd grade. I couldn't kill him. He was my friend. Although I have been in this business for years I now realize that this was terrible.
I walked back into the huge office building. went up into the elevator and went to the 11 floor. The hidden floor for the Hitman agency.
"give me a different target." I said gravely staring into the secretary's eyes.
"OK let me check for you..." she paused. "i have a Mr. Bonders for you, would you like that?" she asked in a sing-song sort of tone. She handed me a paper and i grabbed it furiously.
I had never once given up a contract, everyone knows that. But today was humorous for all of my co-workers for some reason. I did a background check on the Mr. Fred Bonders. He was a Hot-dog vendor living out of his VW van.
I went to a place called "Pam's Saloon" and asked for a Fred Bonders. The woman looked at me blankly and said that he was always on the move and is currently on a road trip to California.
I walked over to a table and got out my laptop. I made sure i was secluded from everyone else and did a more thorough check. It seems he has an over protective girlfriend with OCD. Surly she's got a GPS cellphone tracker.
I walked to her house and knocked on her door.
"Hello" she said four times trying to get it perfectly.
"I noticed that your Shutters are crooked." I said looking around the corner at the shutters. She started to panic as she ran outside checking out all of her shutters forgetting completely about me. I stepped inside and saw the cell phone sitting extremely straight on the table with the charge cord leading perfectly towards the wall.
I walked out of the house and said
"Never mind."
"oh thank you very much" she said counting her steps precisely to her door.
I walked back to my car and started following the GPS system. 17 hours of driving later I found him. He was at a gas station. I walked in and asked for the restroom key.
" Its being used" she said "It might be a while he looked pretty... you know" she said motioning her hands toward her bottom.
"Not a problem." I said walking out of the gas station.
He chose to pick a isolated parking spot; Perfect. I walked over and put a tracking device on his car, more sensitive than that woman's cell phone GPS and more reliable. About 5 more hours of following this man took me to Sacremento California.
He stopped at a retirement home and went inside for about an hour. Then he went to a Motel 6 and parked for the night. I picked locked the room next to him and spent the night there. He got up in the morning to go to a local breakfast joint. He must be familiar to this area. I picked locked his room and set up a tripwire system onto his door. When he opens the door the berring falls and pulls the trigger on the gun and whala one home made triggering system. I lifted the womans prints off of the cell phone and put it on the gun. Sure it wasn't quality but just enough for me to get out of there.
Fred opened the door and the gun went off (silenced of course) and I left for the 23 Hour drive home.
CONTRACT: 4
My target's name is Matt Cruise. He owns a butcher shop at the edge of town. He has no wife, no dog, nobody that would miss him if something would have "happened" to him. The area is pretty busy during the day and actually pretty quiet at night. The butcher shop has two stories. the first story is the store and the other is where they store the meat; in a gigantic refrigerator in the basement. Pretty dangerous if one was locked inside for a period of a weekend. I went borrowed the agency's surveillance van and parked it across the street from the butcher shop. I set up cameras outside the shop.
He leaves everyday to go to lunch at the other side of town. I could most certainly use this to my advantage. He closes at 4:00 on weekdays and is closed on weekends.
I walked in and said
"Hello, How are you?"
"Very well sir, how about yourself?"
"Pretty good... Could I have a half pound of beef?"
"Sure"
he handed me a slab of pink meat as I left. I went around the building and looked for a basement window. I opened the thankfully unlocked window and slid inside. I walked over to the refrigerator and examined the dial and how to turn it down. I then opened the refrigerator, unwrapped the meat and set it inside of the refrigerator. I turned down the dial to "warm" then escaped to my van.
TGIF if it weren't the meat wouldn't spoil and I wouldn't finish my contract. I slipped back inside monday morning and hid in the dark corners of the basement. The smell was horrid, you could smell it througout the shop.
I heard him come downstairs and open the refrigerator. He cursed as he walked inside the refrigerator and shut the door. I stepped over to the door and rigged the latch so it would lock and not open. I then went over the the dial and turned it all the way up to "coolest". I went back to the door and tapped on the window. He looked back at me and I smiled and walked off.
CONTRACT: 5
"Rrrring"
"Hello?" I said surprised that someone had this number other than the agency.
"Aaron is dead!" My mother's voice was high-pitched, and tightly strung with emotion.
"Wha?.. how? When did this happen?" I said stuttering.
"He was shot in the head last night after he got in a fight.
"With who?" I asked anxously awaiting an answer
"Well, he was mugged by a gang, but he fought back" she said I could hear her tears pouring out of her eyes
The leader must have called this agency.
"Oh... I have to... Buisness."
I hung-up, sitting in my office cradling my head in my hands. I walked
outside. Who could have done this? Probably a hitman, but in times
square This agency is the only place to get the "service" out of all city.
Maybe it was one of us. After work I'll check the files.
After about three hours I asked Darcy for some files. She discreetly handed
me all of the files after I slipped her a twenty. I checked all of
the newer files. A man named Scott King Had a recent contract. His target
was a Mr. Aaron Pallow; my brother.
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.
