I promised myself, after this, no more assignments. The job was getting to me. I was making rookie mistakes that had almost gotten me caught on a recent job. I didn't need the money as the business had paid very well over the years. They contacted me with a request to deal with a VIP who had stepped on the wrong toes.
The manila envelope held recent photos and a dossier of his recent movements and known schedule for the next few days—the last page listed my payment information. My client deposited a half-million dollars into my Swiss bank account, with the balance deposited when I completed the job.
I settled into my favorite chair with a cup of coffee and read the dossier. It would be a challenge to get to him covertly, but I had proven quite capable. I made reservations to fly that afternoon to my destination.
My client had booked my hotel room under the alias I was using. Not a single blink as I presented my fake passport to the hotel clerk, who then handed me a key card. I spent the remainder of the day resting and watching television.
That night I dressed for dinner and headed for the swankiest restaurant in town, where my quarry had a reservation. I arrived first and from a booth in the rear of the dining room, watched him enter. The Maitre’d greeted him warmly and led him to the best table in the house.
His entourage considered several well-known female celebrities and an older gentleman. I considered a simple hit right here, then slip through the kitchen and disappear. I decided against it. Someone might remember me and the table I was sitting at and couldn’t have that.
Instead, I had a delicious dinner and an expensive bottle of wine while I watched him holding court, ordering bottles of champagne to impress the ladies. I also enjoyed myself. My target had no idea what was coming. I paid my bill and left to wait outside for an opportunity.
He and his party staggered out of the restaurant and into a waiting limo. I considered a quick hit but too risky. I followed him to his office downtown the following day, but as expected, security was tight. That left his evening plans—he was going to the theatre.
I arrived early and waited in the shadows for his limo to arrive. I had a clear shot as he stepped from the limo, and I took it. He dropped to the pavement between his two female companions.
The suppressor on my pistol was still loud enough to attract attention, but the screaming reaction from the women distracted everyone. I was gone before anyone realized where the shot came from, disappearing down a dark alley.
This was my last job and my most challenging job. I pulled off the blond wig so no one would mistake me for my target. After all, he was my twin brother.
The manila envelope held recent photos and a dossier of his recent movements and known schedule for the next few days—the last page listed my payment information. My client deposited a half-million dollars into my Swiss bank account, with the balance deposited when I completed the job.
I settled into my favorite chair with a cup of coffee and read the dossier. It would be a challenge to get to him covertly, but I had proven quite capable. I made reservations to fly that afternoon to my destination.
My client had booked my hotel room under the alias I was using. Not a single blink as I presented my fake passport to the hotel clerk, who then handed me a key card. I spent the remainder of the day resting and watching television.
That night I dressed for dinner and headed for the swankiest restaurant in town, where my quarry had a reservation. I arrived first and from a booth in the rear of the dining room, watched him enter. The Maitre’d greeted him warmly and led him to the best table in the house.
His entourage considered several well-known female celebrities and an older gentleman. I considered a simple hit right here, then slip through the kitchen and disappear. I decided against it. Someone might remember me and the table I was sitting at and couldn’t have that.
Instead, I had a delicious dinner and an expensive bottle of wine while I watched him holding court, ordering bottles of champagne to impress the ladies. I also enjoyed myself. My target had no idea what was coming. I paid my bill and left to wait outside for an opportunity.
He and his party staggered out of the restaurant and into a waiting limo. I considered a quick hit but too risky. I followed him to his office downtown the following day, but as expected, security was tight. That left his evening plans—he was going to the theatre.
I arrived early and waited in the shadows for his limo to arrive. I had a clear shot as he stepped from the limo, and I took it. He dropped to the pavement between his two female companions.
The suppressor on my pistol was still loud enough to attract attention, but the screaming reaction from the women distracted everyone. I was gone before anyone realized where the shot came from, disappearing down a dark alley.
This was my last job and my most challenging job. I pulled off the blond wig so no one would mistake me for my target. After all, he was my twin brother.
