Loss OF Resistance

New mission

3:45 am
Tom rolled over in his bed to the  sound coming from his nightstand. His phone was vibrating like hell and he just wanted to sling it against the wall. Annoyed, he snatched his phone from the little table and looked at the name. It was his boss. He suddenly stiffened and answered it, a little nervous.
"Hello sir." He tried to sound as awake a possible but why should he? It was almost 4:00 in the fucking morning!  But it was also his boss.

"Tom. We need you. There's a new suspect we need you to handle. Come to my office now and I'll give you his information. Make it quick." There was a click.
With a groan he got up and headed to his bathroom. His hair was a mess and he looked like he just got out from under a rock.
"The fuck happened here!" Tom asked himself in the mirror. Examining his features.
He took off his boxers and got into the shower. He took his time on his hair since it was so knotted and nappy. He must have had a fight with his bed last night and lost. Or maybe it was because he was wrecked. Too may drinks. He didn't have a hangover though.
He stepped out butt naked and dripping wet. He walked to his linen closet for a towel and dried off. He usually walks around naked since it's his house and no one really visits often. He'd gotten used to by now. He found a black T-shirt and some dark jeans. He put on his leather jacket and got his handgun. He stuck it in his jeans in the front and pulled his shirt over it.

"Ah tom! New mission? Good luck man. Hope you get em good!" The guard said. The guards knew Tom well. He'd been a member of the association since he was 17. He'd also been named the best that Davids ever had.
"Thanks tony." And with a little smile he swiped his card to let David know he was here.
The door clicked and he pushed it open to reveal David leaned back on his chair with his feet on  the desk. He repositioned himself when he seen Tom. He had respect for Tom more than most of the members here. Tom was on the highest level in ranks. The ranks were based off of number of kills and importance of the victim being dead. Tom was ranked on a Level of 421 and was never a suspect of the police. Another reason he was the best, he never left traces of evidence.
"Tom. You made it. I do apologize for the short notice on our upated suspect."
"It's fine sir." He took a seat in the chair in front of Davids desk.

David took out a folder and placed it in front of Tom.
"His name is Bill kaulitz. He's the lover of the most deadly mob leader we've been dealt with, Bushido."
He opened the folder to see Bills files of police reports. He's been charged for selling drugs and murder. Feasible enough for Tom.
"We need him dead then we can get to Bushido. Bill is his soft spot. Bills dead, Bushido falls down to his weakest level and that's when I'll send you, Amber, and Terell to finish him off as well."
Tom read through the papers and looked up at David. "Got it?"
David asked. Staring Tom deep into his eyes. He was counting on Tom.
"Got it" and with that the deal was sealed. His job would to be to Kill Bill kaulitz.