“By the age of six the average child will have completed the basic American education.... From television, the child will have learned how to pick a lock, commit a fairly elaborate bank holdup, prevent wetness from perspiration all day long, get the laundry twice as white, and kill people with a variety of sophisticated armaments.”
How do you kill a man and live with yourself? Dice had been asked. "You should ask yourself the same question, you paying me to kill this man, is just as bad as pulling the trigger yourself."
Two days later.
The sky was pitch black, it was 9:03 PM, nighttime. A storm had moved in and was bringing a downpour as if the Gods themselves were in a fury. But despite the weather and the time many people scurried to and fro in the streets, getting in and out of taxis, trying to make it home before the storm got worse. A single window shined bright from the 15th floor of a skyscraper above.
Kennith Simons. That was the mans name, he was a work aholic, no family, no friends, and a bad gambling problem to boot.
Here he was, a typical night burning the midnight oil, he didn't do anything wrong...legally that was. You see Kennith's gambling problem led him to borrow money from a particularly vicious loanshark.
Now the time of the loan was way past do, and the loanshark wanted his money one way or another.
Six-hundred yards away, was a skyscraper of equivalent height. No lights shone from this particular building. In an office on the 15th floor was a man. No ordinary man, but the hand of death itself. For this man was cradling an HVR.
He checked the scope and seeing it was aligned properly, put Kennith in his sights. The roar of thunder and crack of lightning echoed throughout the area. He slipped the round into the chamber, slid forward the bolt and waited.
Wait for the thunder. The voice in his head clear as day.
CRACK! Another roar of thunder and bolt of lightning. A flash from the dark office window.
Moments later Kennith lay dead, facedown on his desk, a single hole straight through his heart.
Another CRACK! the flash of lightning lit up the office where our sniper once was, but there was no one to be seen.
The people in the streets below moved along as if nothing happened. Another job well done.
((More contract killings to come, but for now LaRocha is back online.))
