Hitman

Chapter 9: Crosshairs and Flashbacks

Weeks had passed since Chase and I struck that deal. It was agreed that I would get my 40% shares from each eliminated target and he had delivered. I had already taken out three of the seven and it was as straightforward as usual.

Smiling to myself, I looked down at the sheet of paper one of Chase's henchmen had given me, the names already crossed through after my bullet had hit its mark. The poor man was shaking when I had a silenced pistol placed to the side of his head the second I answered my door. A laugh left my lips as I remembered the event before cutting off abruptly. My phone was buzzing in my pocket reminding me of where I was and what I was about to do. Answering it on the ear piece, I smirked as my target walked into my line of sight, moving from his car into the building

"What do you want Chase?"

There was a hearty laugh from the other side of the line as I saw Chase's figure walk to the window of his office, waving and smirking at me.

"Just wanted to see if you are in position but by the look of your tailored suit and the sniper rifle in your hands I'd say you are. Oh and may I just say that suit really accentuates your curves."

I shook my head and stuck my middle finger up at him from my location on the roof of the other building. He had been getting more and more playful around me, throwing flirtatious comments in there occasionally.

"Get lost Hunter. I may be single but that does not mean I'm looking for anything from you."

I noticed his smile dropped as my voice came out as stern and devoid of emotion. I couldn't let my guard down, not now, not ever. Chase seemed to get the drift and his reply mimicked my speech, the joking tone it once held now gone.

"It's almost time so just a few things to say. Don't miss and make it a nice clean shot, I don't want blood on this suit."

The call ended as I trained my crosshairs back onto my target who had just entered the office. Taking a deep breath, I readied the shot. They shook hands, Chase stepped to the side to allow him further entry into the office and Bang! The shot went straight through the glass and into his head, cleanly embedding itself into the bricks, blood splattering the white walls. I quickly aimed again as the room slowly went into panic. Bang! This shot narrowly missed Chase himself just like I planned. Smirking, I packed up my gun, dismantling it and placing it back into its case. I walked away from my position, tipping my fedora back down over my eyes slightly. Just another tally on my chart and just another day for a hitman.

~*~

"What were you thinking? Firing at me? I own your contract and you won't be paid if I'm dead!"

I'm sat cross legged, facing his desk, being scolded like a child. Looking up at Chase, I notice his face is a light pink from the anger and frustration. Standing quickly, I smirk as I brush a small stray piece of brain matter from his suit, straightening his tie.

"Don't fret over it. If you've forgotten Mr Hunter, I never waste a bullet and I never miss. I fired at you to remove suspicion that you were the one ordering the hits. I do everything for a reason."

Stepping away again, I moved over to the window watching the street below as I hear Chase try to recover from his angry outburst. His quick breathing slowly calms into a rhythmic pattern.

"Thank you then Becky. I'm glad you're not trying to purposefully..."

His voice drifts out into nothingness as I freeze momentarily. Fear and panic filled me, my eyes wide as I look back at Chase in shock, only he's not stood there. Gazing back at me, were a pair of brown eyes hiding under a blonde messy mop of hair.

"No it can't be!"

My hands go to my head in pain as memories jab at my brain. I squeeze my eyes tight shut as when I open them again the figure is gone and in his place is Chase. His forehead was creased in confusion and concern as I hold his gaze. We stay stood there just staring for a few seconds before he speaks again.

"Are you okay? Talk to me Becky?"

I shake my head and turn away from him, panic rising. Staring down at my hands, I notice the blood covering them, the warlock gravity knife flickering in and out of focus.

"I can't. I can't do this."

I stand and walk straight past Chase, my quick strides turning into a full on sprint as I reach the door of his office. I can't take anymore.