The Hit

Walking into the room, I see three of them. Strapped as I am, the fact that they aren’t aware puts me in a very good situation. I set one in the head of the man who was supposed to be watching the door. The bang of course set the other two off. It’s a bitch when you have to end the lives of people you knew, but when you do this kind of thing every day, it loses its novelty. I throw my back up against a small wall that was in front of me, and they are already coming around, one through the kitchen and the other off the balcony. The one on the balcony is going to have my ass down in two seconds if I don’t move from this spot, so I shift myself through the kitchen, drop, and set two in the chest of the one running the kitchen.

Balcony walks through and starts firing shots through the wall separating the kitchen, living room, and entrance. I wait for the off chance that she reloads. Someone’s giving me good grace, because just as I’m about to round the kitchen to the living room I hear her clip fall. Easy. One in the ear, one in the jaw, and one in the stomach. My good graces let me finish her in person, fiber wire around the neck.

I see the last gleam of life fall out her eye and wait just a little longer to make sure. I search the bodies, take the pieces, and collect the shells. I’ll let the impending police force deal with digging the shells out of the wall. My job is done, time to go collect and wait for more work.