HitMan
Music soothed the savage beast, breast, didn't matter, it soothed him. He stared at the papers scattered across the bed. He touched the one of the face.
It bothered him, that his mind became inquisitive with this one. He had always kept himself clear of the emotions that overwhelmed others. This made him fast, accurate and efficient. He was known to complete a job, he was known to do his job well.
And that is what made him sought after.. That is what brought him the big money, he was also ethical, he worked by his own code, though it had never happened, if, if he were to fail, he would make amends. This also put him on the list of the wannabes..
Two had tried. He didn't believe in torture but, he made an exception for them. He was a professional, he didn't go for thrill kills, that was a waste of time and effort. As he told one victim, it was, just as it had been stated before, JUST BUSINESS..
He took his time, watching his target, there was no rush, this one had no limit. He followed close enough to smell her perfume yet, she never knew. Once, he'd touched her hair, she simply thought it was the breeze. It occurred to him how beautiful she was and he began to calculate, how many he would have to kill, to keep her.
Questions: Why did the client want her eliminated? What had she done? Would it be worth it?
Since time was on his side, he decided to dig a little deeper...
She stood naked in front of the mirror, he watched intently, she gave him something that only a good kill had for years.. an erection..
Getting Answers
There were multiple layers that separated him from the client. Not one layer touched the other, it was imperative that it remained that way. They only knew him by HitMan, nothing else. He could walk amongst them all, they never knew. He'd taken great pains to keep it that way.
He used that anonymity now.
The client was a Fat Cat, manicured, pedicured, loud, boisterous, moneyed, he surrounded himself with henchmen which made him look more important than he actually was. He had seen his kind before, scared, pathetic poor excuses for a human being. They always had a beautiful woman they could do nothing with. They usually kept her in line with beatings, jewelry, private detectives and, when that failed, they resorted to murder at someone elses hand..
This one was worse, the food he'd eaten sat on his vest, his drink slid out of the side of his mouth as if there was a hole there. If he would have been poor, he would have been invisible, in fact he would have inspired a very primitive feeling.. revulsion..
Still, he had to be careful, he may have been a sloppy pig but, there might be someone that would miss him.. And, that,,, could be very dangerous..
His Backer
The Berry Man. An (In between), not quite a dire threat but, a threat all the same. He had a few contacts, a few authorities in his pocket.
As he dug deeper, he found the connection, Berry Man was married to Fat Cats' sister. What he needed to know though, what really interested him was, how deep did the river run.
He was forming a plan, he knew it wasn't going to be easy, he calculated how many would come after him and just how much heat they could stand. He stirred his drink, watching the amber liquid glow in the soft light.
He sat in the booth, across and just behind her, she nursed her drink sipping every now and then. The longer he watched her, the more he knew his plan had to be right, it had to be fool proof, if it failed, it would be detrimental to her and him.
There was another way, he could just ask. The thought made him smile. He imagined the look on Fat Cats' face. However, maybe, just maybe, he could ask.
The thought played along the fringes of his mind, it was building into a plausible idea, it had substance, it made sense to him.. He would think about it a little more, in the mean time, preparations were in order.
The Question
The thought buried itself in the back of his mind. In fact, the thought process had stopped all together.
A man slid onto the stool next to her.
He narrowed his eyes and watched..
The man slid his arm around her. She leaned into him and kissed his cheek. She turned to face the man and he pulled her closer. She hiked up her dress, throwing her legs across his. The man slid his hands between her thighs.
He felt a twinge of something tug at his insides, he quickly dismissed it, allowing the cold reality of what he was witnessing sink in.
It was the reason he was alone, it was the reason he had cut off any emotion associated with people, with.. women..
A change in plans.. The question: Should he throw in the man as a bonus?
His Answer
He shook off the grimey feel of the absurd plan. He was an assassin yes, that didn't mean he didn't have morals. He watched The BerryMan take her arm and lead her away. What would FatCat do if he knew?.. He smiled, was nothing much FatCat could have done except maybe tell his sister.. for which he was sure FatCat would have lost his life.. This one would be on the house..
On the roof of a building across the street, he flipped open the throw away phone. Through the scope he watched the two people lay wrapped in each others arms... He dialed 911..
A soft breeze blew across his naked body, the distant sound of a siren brought back memories of the early evening.
He almost gave it all up, almost allowed himself to feel, almost made the ultimate mistake.. for what?
He was what he was, pure, simple, uncomplicated, HitMan..
