The only thing I hear is the sound of my breaths drawing in and out repeatedly. My shoes are clicking against the sidewalk as I run into the darkness. I feel the cold raindrops making my face numb, and I keep running. I feel the rush of adrenaline as I reach the street. I stop for a few seconds to catch my breath and then go to the door and knock. I check my gun for bullets, and the door open. A middle-aged man.
"Are you George Wilton?" I ask.
"Yes, this is he. What do you want?"
"Nothing much," I say and pull the gun from behind my back and point it to his head. I don't hesitate before taking the shot. I feel the rush from pulling the tricker and watch him fall to his knees looking at me with pleeding eyes, before they turn to glass. Coldly I turn on my heel and run - not back from the way I came. I run further.
"The job is done. Where is the money?" I say into my phone while walking fast, looking over my shoulder every other second.
"Come to the head quarter. I'll give you the money in person. I have another job for you." The voice on the other end is scratchy, and I can barely make out the words. I hurry to my car and turn it on. While driving I replay the scenario in my head. His last words. The look on his face when I pointed the gun at him. I love the rush I get from this.
I reach the head quarter and turn off my car.
"Who's there?" a voice asks in the speaker outside the gate. It's Petrice.
"Nate McAdams," I say and wait for her to open the gate for me.
"Come right in, Nate. He's waiting for you," she says followed by a buzzing sound and the gate opening.
I walk in and am greeted by the boss, John Barzoon.
"Hello, Nate! And welcome back." He starts toward me with his arms open, embracing me.
"Hi, John. Good to see you again."
"Oh, the pleasure is always mine." I smile and follow him into his office. "First of all," he says and sits down behind his desk. I take a seat in front of it making my self at home. "You wanted those money. How much was it this time?"
"$80.000, sir."
"You sure aren't getting any cheaper," he says while reaching under his table for a brief case. I smile shortly before he hands me the case. "There should be 80 grand in there. If you don't believe me, you can coun't it."
"No, sir. I believe you."
"Well, that's great. Every relationship should be built on trust. Whether it's romantic, friendly or business."
"I agree. But there are a lot of people who can't be trusted though."
"That's true." He pauses for a second breathing in the silence. "Oh well, shall we look at that other job?"
"Yes, sir."
"This time it's a girl. She from the Upper East Side. Her father is a very beloved man. Perhaps you know him? Edward Archibald. He owns the Queen's Hotel."
"Yes, I'm familiar with the name."
"Well, the job is pretty simple. You have to kill the girl. The house is under survelliance 24/7 though, so you'll probably have to catch her outside of the house."
"That shouldn't be a problem."
"I trust you with this job. It's important that you get it done before the 16th next month." Thirty days. I have thirty days to do it.
"Yes, sir."
"Do you have any questions?"
"What's her name?"
"Kaitlyn Archibald."
That night I leave with a new strength. I love receiving this amount of money, and I love to get an important job. I decide to go home before doing the job. To get some rest and think this through so that I don't get caught.
An hour later I'm sitting in my sofa with a pizza in front of me and a beer in my hand. That's my typical dinner. Even though it's 2am I'm eating dinner now. I have an odd scheduale since I'm out late often.
The next day at 10am I'm sitting in my car outside the Archibald residence watching as people walk in and out of the gate. Watching the white gate open and close every hour. I take a sip of my coffee as I notice something in the corner of my eye. Her room. She is looking out the window. From my binoculars I can see her hair flutter in the wind. She looks beautiful. I almost feel sad that I have to kill her. Almost.
I watch as she turns around on a call talking to someone for a few seconds and then closing the window.
