[WP] "Just make it quick and nasty..."

The money flew from her hands and hit the table like a brick.

"Twenty thousand and not a penny more." she said.

The man at the table picked up the brick of cash and thumbed it like a flip book. His face still in the shadow of the room.

"I said it was forty if you want it to look like suicide darlin" exclaimed the man as he leaned into the light. He was older with chiseled features. Battle scars adorned his face and she could tell he was, at one time, a decent looking man.

She turned and headed towards the door. Just before she left she looked back. "Just make it quick and nasty".


He parked the stolen landscaping truck across the street and down one house from the beautiful colonial style home. He placed a trigger on the water meter the night before. His mark was unpredictable and woke up the last three mornings at different times between 8am and noon. So just to be sure, he got there at 5am. He laid down on the bench seat and caught some shut eye before the job.

At 9:32 the beeping of the trigger woke him up. He was immediately ready. Exiting the truck he scanned the neighborhood. A few women jogging, an old man with a dog, no one paid him any attention dressed in coveralls and a landscaping hat. He crossed the street and headed to the side of the house. He retrieved his alarm trigger from the water meter and continued down the side of the house towards the back yard. He pulled out his Colt 1911 and threaded the silencer onto the barrel.

He could hear the shower running and the faint humming of a tune. Creeping up to the bathroom window he slashed the screen open with a knife. Using a compact mirror he looked inside the small window. The mark was leaning back with his eyes closed rinsing his hair.

Reaching up with the pistol he slipped it through the torn screen using the mirror for target acquisition. He only had a second as the mirror was fogging from the steam. The mark opened his eyes just in time to see the silencer spit the bullet into his eye socket. He dropped straight down onto the tub faucet, sodomizing him and propping him upright.

With a grin on his face he disassembled his silencer and returned the weapon to his waistband. He casually strolled back to his landscaping truck. As he opened the door he heard a woman call out "Excuse me! Sir, are you for hire?"

He turned with a grin. "Why yes I am darlin".

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