ANGEL

Do you listen to The Weekend?

"Do you remember what the guy looked like?" I asked the 2 children. They both shook their heads slowly, face filled with sadness. I have to say waking up to both of your parents brutally murdered is harsh and traumatic. My name is John Cobbler. I've been trying to track this PAO organization down for years. Many times I've failed , somewhat I've succeeded. A lot of lives were lost and families were destroyed. Whoever did this kill showed no mercy.

Stepping out of the bedroom, I walk out the house to have a smoke break. Can't believe I'm trying to solve a brutal murder on a day I was pose to stay home with my wife and kids. This is just hitting home.

"Are you okay John?" Alexa asked. Turning around I lightly smiled. "Did you see that shit?" She nodded. "All these years I've done this type of work but never seen something so horrific. I mean for gods sake the kids were home and drugged."

"We're gonna find this sick fuck. As for you, go home. Spend time with your family. I know this is pretty tough for you at the moment." I shrugged. Maybe she's right. I don't know. Taking a last pull of my cigarette I put it out and take a deep breath.

"Let's find this bastard."

*CANADA*

We found each other
I helped you out of a broken place
You gave me comfort
But falling for you was a mistake
I put you on top, I put you on top
I claimed you so proud and openly
And when times were rough, when times were rough
I made sure I held you close to me
So call out my name

The sounds of kissing and moaning filled the room. If this is what Canada has to offer with two women who are willing to lust over me and let me have my way. Then I'm all in. Food is trash but the women are very unique and beautiful. As they laid in my bed satisfied and ready to rest. I sat in the corner with headphones going over my information provided in the envelope. Sometimes well majority of the time. I never know exactly why I'm killing my target. I just know what they look like and what their profession is. I don't really care to know the details of the reasons I have to kill them anyway. I just know it needs to be done. After listening to enough of what I was in-tune with on my headphones. I place them down and stretched. Looking out the window at the sky top view in the high rise I was provided with. How can I not enjoy this?

Hearing my phone ring I see it's Mario.
"Super Mario" I said in my Italian accent. He hated when I compared him to Mario, I didn't mind being Luigi. I thought it was cool. See I can be funny and fun. I just rather not show it. Sometimes that can be just not the thing to do but fuck it. Have fun.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked.
"Are you watching me? Your disgusting man. You know I don't roll that way." Letting out a chuckle. We both laughed. "Chill out man. What is wrong with you? Just be prepared for the job tomorrow and don't have too much fun where you lose focus."

"Cmon now, I never lose focus." Hanging up, I head over to the bed to get some rest wrapping my arms around two beautiful women, sleeping with one I eye open. Never trust NOBODY.

One thing I love about suits is the different colors , the different texture, the way it make me feel when I put that shit on. I always feel like a new man ready to kick some ass. Checking myself out in the mirror before I head out it was a worthy look. I don't usually do club scenes, it's too wild but wild is good. Wild is a perfect place to get away with killing someone through the chaos. I'm a "security guard" and killing a fucking wannabe Scarface. This is gonna be good.

Standing on the second floor of the club as I walked around my area. I checked all exits and all members of the staff and their position. Now I can do this the messy way or the clean way. I slid into the darkness as the music blasted through speakers making the lights change colors as it set the club's mood. Slowly walking up the steps to the main floor where I needed to be I slip past a few guards before getting on the elevator. 

Shaking my head as I walk towards the door , I'm already annoyed. Why have two idiots guarding this weak office?

"You lost or something?" Guy asked as the other guy just looked at me with no emotion. "Yeah man I don't know where the hell I should be guarding at." They both looked confused as I walked closer. Quick striking the guy in the throat as I grabbed the other guy by the neck. "Shhhhhhhhh" I said motioning my 9mm to my lips. Good thing I have a suppressor. I shot him in the head as his little friend still laid on the floor gasping for air. Before he could shout, now it's time for business.

"You know it was easy finding you right?" The guy turned around with his pants down. "Whaaaaaaaaat theeeee fucccccccck." In shock , the male bartender got up off his knees in fear. "Aren't you Luca?" I asked the trembling target.

"Who the fuck are you? You aren't pose to be up here, you're NOT apart of my team." I chuckled. "Dude you just got caught red handed getting head from a pretty big muscular mutha fucker." Pointing my gun at the strongest looking guy in the room. I shook my head. "I'm sorry man but I gotta kill you first." The guy pleaded as I released 3 shots to his body. Trying to run away from the madness , I trip Luca. "What do you want?" He asked. Crying with blood coming from his mouth from landing face first on the marble floors.

"I have to kill you luca."