THE KILLER'S POINT OF VIEW

CHAPTER II

   Money has been collected - Behind construction site - Reedson boulevard - Thursday - Eleven - thirty p.m/SHARP/
   ~Jackie

   I hadn't seen it coming. But it was about time. gosh! I was so drained from the day's work. I just lay on my bed and fell asleep. Not caring about the letter or about waking up early tomorrow...

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   The next morning started out well. I has a pretty good breakfast that day for a change. Then everything that happened the previous night came rushing to me. Like as if I had lost my memory and it suddenly came back in one flash.

   I considered my options. I had to go get that money. I needed it. I checked the time. There was still a long time left, so I wrote a resignation letter and delivered it to the boss's office and went to meet Stan.

   'Do you have to leave?'asked Stan totally surprised at my sudden decision.

   'Yeah, I have to go back home. Family problems.'

   'But I can't work the shifts alone. I'll probably lay make a mess of things.'

   'Well, you could search for an assistant. You'll make another friend.'

   'Yeah, I suppose I could do that.'

   'Maybe we might meet again if I get a chance to come back here.'

   'Yeah, I'll be looking forward to it.'

   I actually felt a little bad leaving him like that. During the past few days we had become rather close friends. I normally despise adults. Well, technically anybody above twenty-two years of age. It's a thing of the past.

   One good thing about going criminal again is leaving this sickly sweet attitude. Didn't get me wrong, I'm not a completely horrible person or anything, it's just that I prefer not talking. I just like sticking to to observing, 'cause that's what I do best. If I really start talking to people, it's likely that it won't end nicely.

   I had lunch with Stan that afternoon. It seamed quite weird having lunch with someone else. I only experienced that at dinner.

   As we left the restaurant, Stan said,'well then, I guess this is goodbye.'

  'Yeah. Well you'd better take care of the swimmers. Best of luck. Goodbye.'

   As I finished my sentence we parted ways and I went home for some rest. I had a long journey awaiting me. And I'm not talking about the going to Reedson boulevard.

   I later packed a few sandwiches, bottles of water and things to munch on for the road. The only thing left was to pay the rent.
Later on that evening I took my luggage, that consisted of only a backpack.

   The train station was completely packed with people running about here and there and it reeked of a strange odour compelled me to raise my hand to my nose. I usually avoid traveling by train, or plane for that matter.

   I got my ticket and got into the train. It was about a day's journey. I slept for most of the time. The thoughts of the other gang members were running through my head. We always let out our hatred in the worst possible ways and at the worst possible times.

   The train was about half an hour late. It didn't brother me though.

   It was late evening by the time I left the train station. The food I had packed was finished in the morning and I was getting really hungry. The problem was that I had no Money. So my only alternative was to steal. It's one of the simplest things in criminal activity. The art of stealing.

   After I ate off most of the stolen money I headed to Reedson boulevard and walked through the whole place. There was a park somewhere near the meeting place, so I decided to sit it out there. It gave me time to gather my thoughts.

   I would be meeting my friends after so many months. Maybe even a year. Time just passes so quickly. It really doesn't wait for any one.

   I could see many children laughing and playing about with their parents. The sight took me back to when I was a little boy myself. I was raised on the streets. Not something I like to talk about with any one.

  As the clock struck eleven-twenty-eight I made a move towards the construction site. To us eleven-thirty means eleven-thirty on the dot. Not a minute early nor a minute late.

   The night was a little chilly. I had my jacket tight around myself. I'm not one who favours the cold weather. But it kind of felt perfect. We are known for prowling out at night. The weather reminded me of another thing. That day, one year ago. The weather was similar.

   The construction site was a vast piece of land. Currently it was dark, with all the workers long gone. Some hills were looming behind it. The scenario looked pretty scary. It was just the type of place Jackie would choose.

  As I rounded the corner, reaching behind the construction, I saw them. It was exactly eleven-thirty. No one said any thing for a few minutes. Tom cleared his throat and said,'It's been a while. How about we get started then.'

   'Yeah. It has been a while. I've actually missed you you Tommy,' said Jackie, ruffling Tom's hair. Tom was like our personal joker. He'd crack the funniest jokes. I was sure glad to see him and Jackie too.

   'Hey,' said Tess,'I've missed you.'

   Tess. I liked her the moment I laid eyes on her, but have never mustered up the courage to tell her. Hearing this from her made me smile. I had missed her too. Tremendously. And when I told her that, she smiled.

   We were all huddled up in a circle and were chatting about our adventures when we were by ourselves.

   As the clock struck twelve we got down to business.

   'Okay then,'said Jackie,'these are the bags having equal amounts in all.'

   And as we took the bags, the fruits of our hard work a year ago, I felt as though we were not alone. I looked around silently, by just moving my eyes. Jackie must have sensed some thing too, for he was coming towards me with a troubled expression on his face.

   'You sense that too,' he asked me.

   I nodded. The other two also came closer to where I was standing. We all looked worried. The air stood still, as we continued chatting in hushed tones. The person or people that were watching us did not come out or make a single move. Then I wondered whether they were there before we arrived. I was looking out for my fellow gang members, I must have not noticed.

   Then suddenly a loud voice called,'drop your weapons. This is the state police force. We've got you surrounded. I repeat drop your weapons.'