HIT

Chapter 1: Open Target

                   Four years of fighting on my own. I've become one of the top hitman to come to. But I only do it for the good of some. There's way too much trash out there. I have my reasons on why I keep doing what I do. It's because of the corruption in communities, businesses, and politics.

Striker always told me not to ever get involved emotionally. It screws up with our minds. We're less focused on our task. But now that he is gone. I care less about that. I feel like this is what I was mad to do. And I stand by that statement. Not everyone is capable of sanding up or getting rid of the toxic people. Don't get me wrong, I still do hits for big people. I mean, they pay well. I have to survive somehow.

Speaking of big people.

Here comes my target.

A high roller businesses man. John Lewis, aka Lewy. He owns popular clubs. A dozen of them. But he was on trial a few years ago for sex trafficking. Young girls have gone missing in several states, in a few cities. I don't know how but he got off. They say it's because he has connections. Even own a few corrupt cops, paid a few people off. Just disgusting to me.

I see him get out of a nice all black Bentley. Maybe worth a quarter of a million.

I guess trafficking young girls pays off.

I'm ready to end this man.

He's entering a hotel with a couple of guy's right beside him. Maybe body guards.

I sit in my car watching his every move. I have a plan. And I know it's very affective.

I have a paper forged by one of his buddies he had "business" with today. That buddy is a little sick of how he's handling his supposed business. He also finds it disgusting. I'm not surprised. He does have a few daughters. And he will kill anyone that lays a finger on them.

I'm going to go in as a present to Mister Lewy. A gift for his gratitude from a friend.

Its now 10 pm. And I'm ready to start on my task. I wore a brown to blonde wig and a long elegant trench coat, and honey colored contacts. I have to make sure no one not even camera can notice me. I walk into the hotel nicely greeted by the receptionist. "Hello ma'am! How may I help you." She said in an over joyous voice. "Yes, I'm looking for Mr. John Lewis's room? I'm a friend of his." "Oh, yes ma'am just let me call and le-" "Oh no honey, that won't be necessary." I make her put the phone back on the hook, "It's a surprise, if you know what I mean." I give her a wink. "Oh," she giggles, "I totally understand." She winks back. "He's in room 103. You two have fun." "Oh, I definitely will."

The only person having fun will be me.