Mr & Mr Hitman

The eve

Queenie.

Samuel liked to call her that. With her, he had no restrictions, no barrier that couldn't be crossed. With her, he was himself. When he wants to take a break, she was his escape route.

I'm so excited to see her.

Samuel grinned as he texted Ryan, telling him that he was on his way. Ryan Pierce was one of our main character's friends. Considering the fact that Sam didn't have many friends, he trusted Ryan enough to let him look after her.

But his job still remained a secret. Obviously. You can never tell what the most important person in your life can do. Even the best of your friends or relatives could betray you in the worst way possible.

And that wasn't a risk Samuel wanted to take.

After all, he couldn't guarantee everyone's safety.

His enthusiasm got the better of him, and he arrived at his destination earlier than expected. Ryan was a mechanic, his garage was your typical armored shop with a vertical rolling door. Despite the cold weather, the heat was present. The welding of metals was what resulted in the explosively hot atmosphere. Tires and vehicles spare parts were everywhere; fixed on the walls, resting on the work tables or just laying on the ground. Taking in this unfamiliar era, Samuel could smell the petrol and diesel, a scent that he hated but loved at the same time.

"How's my best boy doing?", Ryan smirked as he appeared, exiting from a car. His usual outfit, consisting of a white shirt and black overalls, were all covered in paint and oils. He had a semi-bald haircut, dark grey eyes and a lot of tattoos, making him look older than he should, being a twenty-nine year old man. As expected, from all the heavy works he did, his muscle package was loaded.

"A simple 'hello' would have been enough instead of greeting me like a dog," Samuel grinned as he bro-checked his mate. "Where is she?"

"Straight to the point as always," Ryan sighed, but he still made his way to get her.

Samuel's pupils dilated when his eyes fell on her.

His Queenie. The motorcycle that had been here during all his ups and downs.

It was black, heavy with a futuristic design. Flames stickers were glued at the back of the bike and little skulls were present on the back of the mirrors. It was an open sportbike so speeding to extreme tempo was something he does few times a month. A felony that shouldn't be encouraged.

But let's be honest, we're talking about a man who ends lives here, speeding isn't something that'll make him feel guilty.

"I changed the tires and applied a fresh coat of paint. Your battery and engines are in excellent shape," Ryan smiled at his work. "You're taking it today?"

"Hell yeah," Samuel nodded. He input the keys and started the engine, satisfaction was written all other his face when the machine roared. "I'll see you later then," the man nodded.

"You only visit when Queenie needs a fixer up," Ryan sighed but still held a smile on his face.

"You should be happy that I'm at least showing up," were the last words Samuel said before leaving the garage.

He enjoyed every second of his ride back home. He could still feel the rapid gush of wind against his face despite wearing his black helmet.

He looked up to his apartment and noticed that the first floor's windows were open. "They're back today?", he asked himself. He was referring to the elderly couple.

After parking Queenie at the little garage on the left side of the area, where a pale yellow beetle, a purple jeep and a white bike were stationed, he started to make a mental plan on the material he would need for his mission tomorrow.

He sat down on his couch and took a big breath.

He had already decided that poison was the perfect weapon for this. The handicap of this case is that he'll have to act while being surrounded by people, and, surely, security guards and cameras are definitely going to be present.

There is still the possibility of execution in secret. For example, when Brutus goes to the bathroom alone. But this will depend on the strength of one's bladder, and this, Samuel couldn't possibly have information on that.

Then again, using a sniper and shooting from outside the building could be a quick and easy method, but his anonymity wouldn't be hidden so well if there are people on patrol.

Samuel sighed, making his way to his drawer. Inside of his commode, the wood was covered with black fabric. He carefully removed the cloth on the left side, humming as he took out a small bottle, which had 'Botulinum toxin', written on it.

"Blocks nerve functions and can lead to respiratory and muscular paralysis and eventually death," Samuel read. "I wonder where Brian gets all these weird things."

He transferred some of the liquid to another smaller bottle that he would later hide in his pocket. Now everything was ready, and the only thing that would deem his mission complete would be when Mr.Brutus ceases to exist.