Killing for Money

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Two years and many more eliminations later, life was good. Larry turned out to be a good friend once you get to know him. He provided a high class apartment complete with all the necessities, and then some. It was on the upper side of the city so the view wasn't too bad either. Today started out as any other day. Wake up, go to work (Larry got me a job as a security guard at various places since he said I have to 'blend in'), come home, relax, and sometimes get a contract from Larry. But this time when he called he asked me to come by the Neon Night's Bar to discus the contract.

That night, I donned a black coat that went down to my ankles, a pair of black gloves to match, and a concealed combat knife and pistol with a suppressor for 'protection'. Leaving the appartment, my neighbor Mrs. Smith, asked me to help her with carrying her garbage out, to which I obliged. Walking down the stairs and around the building to the dumpsters, I couldn't help but wonder why Larry couldn't tell me the contract on the phone. This whole thing just seemed a bit different to me, it wasn't like Larry at all. I closed the dumpster lid carfully before making my way down to the bar.

The Neon Night's Bar was a less then desirable place in the dangerous part of town. Popular with the local gangs and undesirables who linger in the area at night. Drinks were okay, not good, but okay. The whole club looked like something out of the 70's with neon lights all around the inside and outside. Guess you could call it a colorful waste of space. Still it was nice to go there after a long day at work if I was in the area. And there was TV so thats a plus. But I try my best to avoid the place as much as possible.

Inside it was packed with people from the local gangs here. Rival gangs have agreed with the owner of the Bar that the spot was to be a neutral area and no fighting was allowed. I scanned the room till i found Larry at a table in the back. I walked through the crowd getting remarks like "watch it buddy" or "whats a high roller like you doing here?"...even though I was far from being a high roller. I sat down at the table where Larry was, looking at him but also keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble. I still didn't like how this whole thing felt.

"Larry, whats going on?" I asked, carfulq not to seem concerned "Is there a problem you need me to handle?". Larry looked at me with a straight face so it was hard to tell what he was thinking "Yeah I need you to take out some of the unwanted people that have been hanging around here". Still unsure what was wrong I continued to see what the deal was "What's the pay?". "25,000" Larry replied. 25 Grand wasn't alot for a situation that would have him meet me in person. "That's not much" I asked confused. "Name your price" he shot back a bit annoyed. I was about to open my mouth and tell him my price but I stopped and thought about the contract.

"Larry, what are the details in the contract?" I asked cautiously, afraid of what I might get as an answer. Larry sighed and replied with the details in full "3 people hang around the bar's alleyway at night. Two male and one female. I got an anonymous tip that they were planning something that will hurt our 'relationship'. I want you to take them out.". So it was a triple kill contract worth only 25 grand...great. "Any restrictions on the eliminaton method?". "No restrictions. No clean up. I want them found to make an example to the people who want to cross paths with me. So now that you know the details, whats your price?"

"100,000" I shot back. No restrictions meant business and that he was really mad about it. "100,000?!" He was surprised by my answer, "Fine, you'll get your 100,000" agreed Larry rather reluctantly. So with our business concluded I made my way to the back of the bar and out the back door. I took a small alley to the spot where Larry said they meet at night. But why couldn't I shake the feeling that he wasn't telling me something. Why ask 25,000 for a triple elimination with no restrictions? I dont like this one bit...

I waited a few hours leaning against the brick walls of the alley till they came. Once I heard the faint sound of their voices, I unsheathed my combat knife and placed it between my teeth. Next I took out my pistol and screwed a suppressor on it as to not make too much noise. As they came to the dumpster nearby I hid the gun in my pocket and the knife inside my jacket, pretending to be cold. They ignored me for the most part which was good. Walking up to the first target, a man, i quickly took out the blade and stabbed him in the back, severing the lower spinal cord before finishing it by smashing his head into the brick wall. Now the other two definitely noticed me and started to run. I left my knife in the first mans back and pulled out my pistol. I took a breath and aimed two well placed shots to his head. He fell dead, tripping the girl behind him. As she starts to get up, i aimed a shot at her leg. Crippled, all she could do was cry as i walked up to her slowly. I leveled my gun to her head as she begged for her life before i pulled the trigger. There was a flash before she slumped over the man's body.

As i turned to leave, i notice something out of the corner of my eye. I looked at the woman i just killed and saw a faint bit of silver from her jacket. Lifting up the jacket revealed a sight i never wanted to see. It was a police badge... i had just killed a officer. Last time i did that was the day i met Larry. I walked up the man that i shot in the head. Looking inside his jacket also revealed a badge. "Shit...this is not good" i say to myself as i walk up to the man i stabbed in the back. He still had my knife in his back, which i pulled out slowly before wiping the blood on his back. Flipping him over, i saw his face as bleeding from the hit against the brick wall. I moved to his jacket and sure enough there was a third badge. "Larry you messed up big time now" i say to myself as i sheathed my weapons. I looked back at the mess i made before running back to Larry, not knowing at the time that the cop i stabbed was still alive...

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