Contract Killer

Story by EL_ASESINO

It’s Dark outside and a slow rain is falling. The surroundings seem to be a heavily forested park. A single man is visible, with a large trash bag on the ground next to him.

 

I had spent the last 12 hours cramped into a small closet waiting for my target to enter his hotel room. The outside air was a nice change, no matter how cold and rainy it was. Finally with a last shovel full of dirt I threw the Bag with the target into the shallow grave that had been dug. My instructions were to make sure the mutilated body was discovered. I never asked why. In my kind of business asking questions is signing your own death warrant. With that my pre-paid phone rang. “Hello?” On the other end was the familiar voice of BWR or as he was going by now a days El Chapo. “Hey man, we got another target. Grim Reaper is in town tonight only. If we could get him out the way we would be golden to take all the territory north of the border.” I thought about what he had said, I answered “Any instructions?” Chapo answered, “Just one, you have to make it look like a suicide.”

 

Two hours later the storm has grown. Looking around I am in the business district of Los Angles. Looking straight up, you can just make out the lights of the penthouse of the LA Marriot. This was my target.

 

I quickly changed into a hotel staff uniform. Carrying a brief case of tools I entered the hotel lobby and headed for the top floor. I didn’t have much of a plan, I had found thinking makes you react slowly. Reacting slow gets you killed or caught. So rather, I like to make things up as I go. Finally I thought to myself reaching the 53 floor.  The elevator door opened into a small room, with the penthouse entrance on the other side. However, instead of heading to the door, I made my way into the air vent in the ceiling. “Damn I got to lay off the Carne Asada” I thought barely fitting into the small gap. I moved quickly now in my element. My iPod was playing Country Music, something I always enjoyed when I was moving in on a kill. Looking down I found where the phone cord ran up the wall and slowly I cut it.

 

Next, I moved in to cut the lights. Finding the right wire, I reached out my hand and cut the wires. This was where it became nice having money. I reached into my bag and pulled out state of the Art night vision goggles. The dark around me melted away, and revealed Grim below in the room. However to my surprise he was not alone. On his bed laid Miss Sunshine wearing nothing but lace. I couldn’t help laughing to myself. “This just made things interesting.” The girl would have to die too. Deciding that now was a perfect opportunity I kicked in one of the air vents and came flying (more like falling) into the room. Quickly pulling out a silenced M9, I shot the girl in the head and swiveled towards Grim. However, he was already on top of me and tackled me to the floor.

 

We both fought for the gun. However after spitting in his face and dropping my knee into his “family jewels” (If my life depends on it, then yes I will take a cheap shot) I grabbed the gun. With this he responded “Awwww I see you are stilling doing Chapo’s dirty work. But tell me, you have been promoted no?” “Shut up” I ordered. “Mmmm no he hasn’t  He is using. But I think you have a skill. Maybe we can work out an agreement?” Again I ordered “STFU or your head is going to look like the girls in 5 seconds”. Without blinking, Grim responded “Easy there. All I was asking is for you to work with the Corleone’s. We will treat you right, give tour the power you deserve.” I had enough, with that I reached into my bag and brought out a bottle of chloroform. I slid it to him on the floor, keeping my distance. “Open that up, and smell it” Grim began to say something when I yelled “NOW!” He finally opened the bottle on top but stopped to say his final words.” I was betrayed!”  I paused for moment to think, “No you lost, so stop being a *****.” With that he inhaled the Chloroform and was out cold. After that I took a rope wrapped it around his neck and hung him from the window. His feet hanging out 400 feet from the busy street. Quickly I cleaned up everything, using beach to remove finger prints and walked out the door strait into the elevator. Reaching home I called Chapo. “It’s done” And hung up throwing the phone into the trash bin. I went to bed and slept like a baby. Waking up in the morning, I turned on the T.V. to find the news covering the story of the apparent murder suicide of the alleged head of the infamous Corleone Crime Empire. Laughing to myself, I rolled outta bed opened the top drawer and rolled a joint. The bonus of working for the Cartel……