I have always loved the rain. It's the soft but continuous patter of the drops of water that glided down my skin and soothed me. As a child I spent most of my time out in the rain, while others sat in and moaned about bad weather. To me it was perfect. Calming and relaxing, more than adequately easing your problems away and leaving you peaceful.
It's raining again. This time I crouched in a tree, just by a play park. There was around two sets of parents there, three kids and one singular man sat by a wooded area near a pond and away from the children and parents. I could see him well and studied him. He was tall, tanned and handsome, with striking features, chocolate brown hair styled in a quiff and smoldering brown eyes. He had been sitting there for the past hour, just watching the pond as it welcomed the Fresh droplets. He stirred slightly and picked out a small rectangular device from his pocket. His phone. I sighed and slid down from the tree, not making a sound. I crept closer to another tree about a hundred meters behind him in the shrubbery. I climbed yet again and perched on a sturdy branch, listening to his conversation.
"Yeah I have it. Nope I don't need any help. You got my stuff? Tomorrow at 5633 falconer street at 3. Bring my shit." He ended the conversation with an uprupt grunt and stood up from the bench. It was time for me to leave. I shot one last peek at him and jumped down from my tree and retreated back to the park gates. Next time I really should bring the dogs. I found myself wandering through the heavy metal gates and down the road to my vehicle. My kawasaki ninja sat by the side of the road, just behind a truck. I jumped on it and pulled on my helmet and gloves. The engine roared to life and I sped off to my house.
I live in a house with four others. Alec who was 25, Damien 19, Chase 19 and Drew 18. I also shared a house with a Belgian malinois puppy named Arizona, a year old doberman called Apache and a brindle greyhound puppy with one bright green eye, one chocolate brown, named Astra. We all lived together for our professions. No, not stalkers.
Assassins.
