I moved on the roof, closer to the edge to see more clearly. My eyes scanned the surrounding area underneath me, searching for my target. Timothy Greene. Tall, bald businessman with a tattoo on the back of his head. The price on him? Sixty-three thousand dollars. Way to kill him? Not specified. Nothing more, nothing less. I never ask for more information and I don’t care. I get a target, I do my job and I get paid before I vanish back into the shadows. I slowly pulled out my sniper rifle, seeing that I had a lot of time to prepare, I didn’t have to rush anything. I position myself in a more comfortable spot, resting the gun in my hands. I looked through the scope to see better and find my target. Sweet. Looking for a tall, bald Caucasian man with a tattoo on the back of his head. He has hazel eyes with a sharp nose. Where are you sweetie? Where the hell are you? Show yourself coward. Ooh, nice boobs there ma’am. Ah-ha! There you are.
My heart skipped a beat with joy when I found who I was looking for. I was certain that is was him for he looked about every detail I was given about him. I moved my head from the scope and looked at the watch on my wrist. I have three minutes left. Plenty of time. I went back into position and locked my view onto the target. While he was walking, I decided to use that to my advantage. With steady hands, I pulled the trigger as I couldn’t wait a second longer. I heard screams which confirmed that my job was successful. With a smile, which had crept onto my face, I quickly put the gun inside the bag and threw it over my shoulder. I began to run, still remembering the easiest way out. I jumped over a few rooftops then ran to the stairs that led to the streets where I had left my car earlier. I got in, threw my bag in the backseat, started the car and drove home.
During the ride, my phone began to ring and I glanced over the display, seeing that it was the number of my last client. I picked it up and put it on speaker. “Listening,” I began without any expression. “You killed him! You’re truly amazing.” The excitement in her voice didn’t escape my senses. Tell me something I don’t know. I thought. “The rest of my money?” I asked and slowed down once I spotted a police car in front of me. “Yes, yes. Oh my god, I still can’t believe that you did it. How? There must have been like at least a million security and bodyguards around him.” “I want the rest. Put it into a bag and leave it underneath the bench in the park near the lake. Tomorrow at 6pm.” I responded. “Yeah. Thanks a lot,” She replied.
“I’m warning you. Don’t even think about not paying me. You can’t hide from me, you can’t escape. I am going to hunt you down and trust me.. you wouldn’t want that.” I said as I had to make sure that she wasn’t going to pull some bullshit on me. “I-I know. The news about your last victim is still terrifying. Fifty-three thousand dollars will be there.” And with that, she hung up. I pulled up in front of my house, feeling a bit tired. I grabbed my things and walked to the house. The first thing I did was remove the plastic bags wrapped around my boots. It was to prevent any footprints. After that, I pulled down my mask which was used to protect my identity. The whole city and media didn’t have any clue as to what I looked like and I planned to keep it that way.
I never left any witnesses alive. I undressed myself completely and threw my clothes into the washing machine, just to make sure my clothes didn’t have anything from the place I was at on them. I hid the gun in the closet under a piece of carpet under a piece of wood where the rest of my guns were. I dialed the number of someone I knew wouldn’t betray me. “Hello?” The voice on the other side of the phone answered. “Hello, Melinda.” I replied neutrally. Surge, aka Melinda, was not only my friend but was something like an assistant to me. She was the connection between me and the clients. I couldn’t risk being officially known, so the clients spoke with her. She always checked them to make sure that they were okay then gave me their numbers. The rest was on me.
“What kind of shit do you want now? I see that you have a new number.” “Yeah, still being careful. I need you to be at the park. Tomorrow at 6pm.” I said. “My client is going to leave the money in a bag under the bench near the lake. I know it’s a risk for you and I can assure you that if somebody puts you in prison-” “Alright, I trust you.” She interrupted me. “I’m leaving the bag in the same spot as usual? Am I allowed to see you this time?” She questioned. “Sorry, still being careful. Thanks though. Take twenty-two thousand as a compensation. I’m gonna destroy this number, talk to you soon.” “Take care, Gold.” And with that, I hung up the phone. I walked into the living room and over to the fireplace, took the sim card out and threw it into the fire.
I did everything I had to. No evidence, no witnesses. Still a perfect life. Now, I just had to wait for another client.