Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 1 - Easy job

Hey. So I got this idea on my way home from work. Enjoy ^.^
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(Delirious POV)
I moved on the roof closer to the edge to see clearer. My eyes scanned surroundings underneath me, looking for my target. Danny Turth. Bald tall business man with tattoo on back of his head. Price on his head? Fifty thousand dollars. Way to kill him? Isn't specified. Nothing more, nothing less. I never ask for more information, I don't care. I get a target, do my job, get payed and vanish back to the shadows.

I slowly pulled out my sniper rifle. Having lot of time to prepare I didn't rush anything. I position myself to be comfortable, resting the gun in my hands. I looked through the scope to see more details.

Sweet. Looking for a bald tall white man with tattoo on back of his head. He has brown eyes sharp nose. Where are you sweetie? Where the fuck are you? Show yourself. Oh nice boobs there ma'am. There you are!

My heart skipped a beat in joy when I found who I was looking for. I was certain it was him. He completely complied every detail I got about him. I moved my head from the gun and looked at the watch on my wrist.

I have three minutes left. Lots of time.

I got back to the position and locked my view on my target. As he was walking I used that. With steady hands I pulled the trigger. I couldn't wait any more seconds. I heard screams that confirmed that my job was successful. With smile, which creeped onto my face, I quickly put the gun inside the bag, throwing it on my shoulder. I started running, still remembering the easiest way out.

I jumped over a few roofs, then ran on the stairs to the streets where I had left my car earlier. I got in, throwing bag in the back. After that I started my car and drove to my place.

During the ride my phone rang. I glanced over the display and saw the number of my last client. I picked it up and set it on speaker.

"Hearing,"I started without any expression.

"You're truly amazing! You killed him." The excitement in his voice couldn't escape my senses.

Say something I don't know about.

"The rest of my money?" I asked and slowed down when I spotted a police car in front of me.

"Sure, sure. Oh my god. Still can't believe you did it. How? There were like a million security and bodyguards around him."

"I want the rest. Put them into the bag and leave it underneath the bench in the park near the lake. Tomorrow at 5 pm." I said instead.

"Yeah. Thanks a lot," he replied.

"I'm warning you. Don't even think about not paying me. You can't escape from me, you can't hide. I'm gonna hunt you down and trust me... you wouldn't want that." I had to make sure he wasn't gonna put some bullshit on me.

"I-I know. The news about your last victim is still terrifying. Five thousand dollars will be there." And with that he hung up.

I pulled in front of my house, feeling a bit tired. I grabbed my things and walked home. First thing I did was removing the plastic bags wrapped around my boots. It was protection from doing any footprints. After that I pulled down my hockey mask, which I used to protect my identity. The media and the whole city didn't have any ideas how I look and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn't leave any witnesses alive. The next I undressed myself completely and put my clothes to the washing machine, just to be sure my clothes won't have anything from the place I was laying on. I hid my gun into the closet under the wood plonk, where the rest of my guns were.

I got dressed and grabbed my phone. I dialed the number of one man I knew won't betray me. He wasn't my friend. I didn't have any. Friends were vulnerable point for the enemies, and I couldn't risk that. Living the lone wolf life wasn't that bad. True I missed some things but I got used to it.

"Hello?" The voice on the other side of the phone call said.

"Hi, Tyler," I replied neutrally.

WildCat, aka Tyler, was something like an assistant to me. He was the connection between me and the clients. I couldn't take a risk of being officially known. So the clients spoke to him, he checked them if they're ok, and then give me their numbers. The rest was on me.

"What bullshit do you want now? You have new number I see."

"Yeah. Still being careful. I need you to be at the park. Tomorrow at 5 pm. My client is gonna leave the money in the bag underneath the bench near the lake. I know it's risk for you and I can assure you that if somebody take you out to the prison, I will pull your ass out in a few seconds. Will you do it for me?"

"Sure, I fucking trust you. I'm leaving the bag at the same spot as usually right? Am I allowed to see you this time?" He asked, and I shook my head even thought he couldn't see it.

"Sorry, still being careful. Thanks though. Take twenty thousand as a compensation. I'm gonna destroy this number. Talk to you soon."

"Take care, Delirious." With that I hung up.

I walked to the living room, where I had a fireplace. I took out the SIM card and threw it into the fire.

I did everything I had to do. No evidences, no witnesses. Still perfect life. Now I have to wait for another client.