The After Hour Special

Sitting in the dark hotel room made me feel like a professional. The silencer on the barrel of my gun was cool on my lap. waiting for my target was the only thing left to do now. I remembered how I had arrived in this position and chuckled.

12 hours before

"Yes mom-" I listened to her ramble. "ye-" she kept rambling. "mmhm" I answered. "love you too mom" I said hurriedly. "love you ok bye love you". I hung up quickly. My nostrils flared and eyes opened just thinking about my mother. I let out a low growl and rolled out of bed to the floor. It's time for work.

The envelope arrived at the exact time every other sunday, 12 p.m.. Not one second past, not one second before. Sometimes I try to catch a glimpse of who drops it off through the mail slot. By the time I go to see who it is, they've vanished. I never open the door for fear of being shot. This is real criminal activity. This job would be my first one alone. The envelope was red, and only marked G. G for Gabriel. In it were only a picture and description.

6 hours before

I checked into the hotel under a pseudonym.
"Sir?" the checkout lady asked. "your cards been declined." She continued. My face turned a little red. It always does in embarrassing situations.
"Fuck." I said bluntly. I paid with cash instead. My hotel room had the faint scent of feces, lovely. Being a slight germaphobe, I didn't lay on the bed. I was two floors away from my target. I began devising a plan to infiltrate his room. I thought maybe I could pose as one of the hotel workers. Then I would have to gain ahold of a uniform. Too complicated. Then I thought of something brilliant. I would need all of my charm and wit to pull it off though.

3 hours before

The stink of old puke in the elevator was almost unbearable. I held my elbow to my face for two floors. The hallway had only one cleaning lady.
"Excuse me, hi." I said to the lady. She seemed to be around her late 30's. She smiled dully at me. "do you think you could open my door for me? I was getting a snack from the machine and-" she cut me off.
"You have to show me proof that is your room number first sir, we can't open the door for anyone sir. If you locked yourself out, you can always go down to the lobby and get it sorted out." She said. She continued on her way rolling her little cart. The squeaking of the wheels irked me. My brow furrowed in frustration. I needed a snack.

The vending machine dropped my Choco-Donuts with a plunk! I walked back chewing on my donuts. Then a stroke of luck! My target was walking out of his room. His door was still closing. I had to reach it before it closed! As soon as he turned the corner, I bolted into a sprint. The door was closing fast and I was still so far. If I could just put something between it! I stretched out my hand as if I could will it to stay open. The door was mere inches from shutting. I launched myself stupidly at the door landing with a hard thump! My fingers jammed in the doorway.
"Ow! Fuck!" I screamed out. The door was thick and closed quick, leaving my fingers bruised. I felt excited at my success. The door across from me opened. I lay there with my fingers in the door trying to act casual. The kid looked at me quizzically. Then he ran down the hallway with his towel cape flowing. I entered my targets room and sat in a chair. I wondered if he payed for the After Hours channel?

Current Time

He did pay for the After Hours channel. I thought happily. I lay comfortably on the bed watching the after hours special. Sitting in a chair for a couple hours was unbearably boring. I began to become more and more aroused until I caved in. I took out my manhood to rub a quick one out, when suddenly the door clicked. Shit Shit Shit.

I kept repeating the word in my head. I pushed the power button and fell silently behind the bed, my pants still lowered. Beads of sweat snaked down my forehead. I waited for my target to do something. I heard him lay his things down and take off his pants. Now is the time to strike. I jumped up to surprise him.
"Surprise motherfucker!" I yelled out. He screamed and stumbled backwards with his pants around his ankles. He looked up at my exposed junk. His eyes turned into slits and his mouth lowered at the corners. We stood there, frozen in awkwardness. I looked at him like I meant business. I didn't really know how to make a business face so I just half closed one eye and opened the other. I jutted out my chin to look serious. I don't think it had the effect I intended because he started laughing. As he was laughing I shot him in the face. The bullet mangled his flesh and shattered his face bones. I picked up the shell casing and readied myself to leave.

The Escape

I shouldn't leave out the front door. That was obvious. The only other option was to jump from the balcony. I was three floors up. If I could jump down to the second story balcony, then I could survive a fall, possibly even leave from that room. First I picked up my pants that had dropped to the floor. It wasn't really all that high I tried convincing myself. It was like 20 something feet I thought. I looked out the balcony. A pool! I must be the luckiest guy on the planet.

The pool wasn't that far from the edge of my railing. If I calculated just right and pushed with all my legs muscles, I could jump in perfectly. I couldn't see anyone in the pool. The railing was cold against my pants. The breeze suddenly felt a lot stronger than seconds ago. I felt like it could push me into the concrete. The tips of my fingers and toes became light. My stomach was already doing twirls. It was all or nothing now. My legs pushed against the railing as hard as I could. My body was directly over the pool. I fell too fast for my senses to get ahold of my situation. Then quicker than I anticipated I hit the water. I hit it squarely and flatly. The water felt like gentle concrete. I sank slowly. My face pounded with pain. It was like someone slapped me with all of their arm strength. I made it though. I was on the first floor. I floated to the edge of the pool in my now soaked clothes. I smiled to myself.

Someone had been watching me dive in. The same little kid as before. He was laying on a chair eyeing me the same as last time.
"You're crazy." he told me.
"Yeah but it was fun." I answered back.
"You're not crazy because you jumped into the pool dumb butt, you're crazy because you don't have any pants on." he explained to me. It was true, there I was standing in front of a boy with only my tighty-whiteys on. I looked to the pool and my pants were floating carelessly. No time for that right now. With my gun securely in my jacket pocket I fast walked to the parking lot. My privates shriveled at the fierceness of the cold and water combination of outside. My car was close enough, but too far for no pants. So I walked to my car with my briefs exposed, my jacket soaked, and my face in stinging pain. I never felt a sensation such as when I arrived at my car. It was of relief, joy, and achievement. I was a made man, a man of exceptional skill. I fumbled around in my jacket for keys. I lowered my head in exasperation and chagrin. I forgot my keys in my hotel room.

Investigation

"Don't know what to tell you boss, this guy is a professional. He covered his tracks." The young cop said. "he paid the hotel room with cash and signed in with a fake name, in the elevator he covered his face." he continued.
"What about the clothing we recovered?" His superior questioned.
"The pool rendered all DNA invalid." he answered
"Witnesses?" the superior continued digging.
"The only two witnesses were the cleaning lady, and a young boy." the cop said.
"What did they say?" He asked.
"Nothin, the boy is too young for a reliable description. The woman was too indifferent to care. Besides she sees hundreds of people everyday. There's no way." he explained thoroughly. The superior officer let out a huff through his nose, frustrated.
"It doesn't make sense. If he's a professional killer, than why kill a random stripper of a notable politician? Was it a mix-up? Why not kill the politician?" He inquired aloud while stroking his neck. The cop shook his head and looked to the dead stripper in the room. He huffed and turned on the After Hour special.