Jack kept thinking back to that night where he met the unseen voices. Of course he hadn't been back there since, too afraid.
"Who'd have thought. Me, Jack Harper, afraid of something" he thought aloud
"Well my dear boy, everyone is afraid of something you know"
"What the FUCK! How on Earth did I end up here AGAIN!" Jack screamed angrily
"Jack, do not be annoyed with yourself or with us, it is simply a fact known to all men that when something piques our interest then where are drawn to that person, object, or in this case, place" Spoke the unseen voice
"But why do I come here?" Jack asked
"Because you have something on your mind, do you not?"
Jack pondered this question for a little while. "Well I suppose that I do. You see, last week when I was trying to do my job I let someone run away with the love of my life."
"Did she go willingly though is the question that must be asked young Jack" The voice said wisely
"I seriously doubt that she did considering the man that HE is. I have to go now, but maybe I'll be back"
"Oh I'm pretty sure that we will see you again very soon Mr. Jack Harper."
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(2 days later)
Jack was sitting in his Jaguar F type across the road from the Drayton's 3 storey house in New York. He knew what he had to do. He knew that he had to be in and out within 10 minutes of ringing the door bell. He knew that he wouldn't leave a mess like he had on his 3 previous jobs. He knew that he could not let THE BOSS down anymore or else his life would be on the line.
Jack carefully opened and closed his car door so that not a single sound was made and stalked his way across the road to the grand mahogany front door of Mr. Drayton's spacious house. Drayton opened the door after a further knock and Jack was through the door a millisecond later. Jack shoved his hand over the old mans mouth.
"One word and I'll make this more painful than it need be" He snarled
Jack led Drayton through to the study as if he'd already been there before. He threw him onto the sofa and began his ritual. Firstly he tied the old mans ankles to his neck, ensuring that if he struggled he would only strangle himself. Next, he laid out his weapon of choice, the .357mm Glock 21 with a 2.5kg trigger pull, onto the pine wood table next to Drayton's head. He then slices the old mans clothes off a finally puts 7 bullets into the mans body. Head, heart, both hands and feet and finally his area.
"Job well done me thinks" Jack mutters to himself as he reenters his car"
