Assassin 2: The Next Day
Raju Singh
The donut shop was good cover, but I found the punk. He couldn't
have been older than 20. I came back at closing. I locked the
door after I descended from the skylight. He was in the kitchen
making more donuts, probably for his Rockhouse friends. This
scum didn't have a life - it was mine now. I crept up behind
him and figured it out.
I snapped the back of his head with my foot. He flailed forward
and flipped into the vat of boiling oil. His screams faded quickly;
the smell was nauseating. I went for the rope and climbed out
of the skylight, 5000 dollars richer.
I don't know why the boss deals with this scum but I guess it
means steady work for me. One of his body guards had been taking
cash from some of the deals. It was his time to die.
I needed a fix; the needle filled me with life. I was ready to
kill.
Greed seems to be the death of most people. This son of a bitch
had the biggest penthouse on the east side. He didn't need to
take petty cash, and it was gonna cost him his life.
The elevator served nicely till about the 50th floor. I found
a window in the hallway. The grappling hook on the end of my
cord shot straight to the roof. I loved that crossbow. The glass
plane of the building flattened in front of me and I was at the
top.
I hopped over the wall and landed in his Pool. He was sunbathing
on the other side. He grabbed his gun. His uzi was quick but
it wasn't precise. I got back up on the wall, grabbed the rope,
and jumped.
I got a foot hold and loaded my crossbow with an exploding harpoon.
I wrenched myself up to my chest over the wall and fired.
The harpoon caught him right in his gut. he dropped his gun and
stumbled. Two seconds later his torso exploded.
Copyright 1987 by Raju Singh. Unauthorized duplication,
posting, or publication is strictly prohibited.
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