My eyes are keenly focused on the building, memorizing every single detail while patiently awaiting my target to make an exit. Four men stepped out of the Strip Club followed by the dirty bastard himself, dressed in a leather black coat and fitted blue jeans. I can only remember how they murdered my family mercilessly, leaving me behind to gasp for oxygen which at the time seemed like air occupied by sudden fright. What if i hadn't hidden myself in the closet? wouldn't i be dead and forgotten like my poor family? I quickly snapped out of my depressing thoughts and reconcentrated on my main victim. I watched as they entered an old SUV, ensuring that i jotted down the license's plate number. It took a lot of phonecalls and favours to locate 'El Chico,' and i can't afford to let my efforts be engraved by my constant flashbacks.
Quite unusual, they drove off and began cruising below the average speed so i backtracked a little to kill any or every suspicions. Eventually, they started with the reckless driving as expected; forcing their way through traffic causing other road occupants to flee over corners to prevent their precious cars from getting scratched by the set of unruly fuckers! Within 20 minutes of trailing they finally pulled up into what seemed like a Mexican dominated community. They parked in front of a blue washed out house with not so much spacing nor lawn and went inside, leaving one man on the porch as look out.
I had to get near as possible so i decided to go around the next block and enter the backyard from the opposite house. I pulled up and sighed in relief when i notice the other home was old and crumbling down, making it impossible for anyone to live there. Being very alert of my surroundings i hurried into the back yard with my equipments and placed a tiny camera on a rotten post of the old home. I will now be able to see all the happenings in El Chico's back yard. I then jumped the rusty fence separating both yards landing on the group with a loud thud, praying that the look-out up front hasn't heard anything. I creped up a little further below a window where a conversation was taking place and hid a microphone beneath the frame.
"Hey señorita! did you order the fucking pizza you lazy ol' bitch?"
"Si papi, the señor said 20 minutes"
I waited around some more but nothing interesting took place until a brilliant idea struck. I silently made my way back over the fence then into my car and headed for the entrance of the community where i waited for the key successor of my master plan to arrive. Soon enough a pizza company car approached and i flagged continuously, signaling the driver to stop. He winded down his left window and there i was; greeted with a smile from a young man around mid 20.
"Good afternoon" i said, "would you care to make $200 right now?"
The young man looked up in astonishment.
***
I have to admit, this pizza uniform actually looks nice on me. I steered around a few blocks before parking in front of the washed out blue house.
The pizza hat was firmly gripped around my head, just enough to hide a descent percentage of my face and enough width to hide the few gadgets hidden beneath the T-shirt. With the fresh box of pizza in my hands i exited the car with a smile plastered on my face and made my way towards the porch. The look-out guy was still there analysing every aspect of my bodily gesture but i remained cool as possible.
