Author's note: This story has nothing to do with American sniper.
It's a cold night of September in Toronto, it was raining outside and it looked so demonic no one would dare to come out, good thing Duncan did not believe in demons, otherwise he wouldn't make such a good living out of his job. He was now walking down the hallway of a building, he was heading to an office, its always an office, only the big businessmen contact him for a little job. Once he founds the right door he proceeds to enter, not before checking his black suit, had to look professional for the employer.
The room was gigantic, it had equally huge windows and some plants, but yet the room seemed dark and melancholic; The new employer was now sitting in his desk, like it was expected, and by his side was standing a really big Afro-American man wearing a dark suit similar to his own, he couldn't get a good look at his new 'boss' since that corner of the room had its own shadows, for which, he decided to come closer so he could talk face to face. One of the conditions that Duncan had for his job was to always talk looking at each other's faces, on the contrary he will not feel in plain trust to do his work, it maybe sounded out of place for many but he knew he hated talking thru machines, it gave him this virtual vibe that only made him feel like he wasn't talking with a real person.
He finally took a good look at the man who requested his presence there, he was younger than he thought, he appeared to be over thirty but not enough to ne in his forties, but either way he could be wrong, it there was something wealthy people knew how to do was disguise their age.
"Oh, you must be Duncan" He said in a very happy mood, a mood that made everything even scarier "Come on man, have a seat" He gave his hand to Duncan, Duncan didn't shake it.
"I prefer to shake hands after the deal is closed" Duncan stated after taking the seat.
"Nice one, maybe I should take that one for myself" He said to his bodyguard.
"Let's go straight to business mister…"
"McLean, Mr. McLean" The man said while he was picking a glass of cognac that was on the desk. "You see Duncan…" after starting with those words he takes a drink "I got a very special job for you" Duncan almost laughed, that wasn't the first time someone started with the special job thing but it didn't make it less infantile "And to be honest I wouldn't have contact you for this job if it wasn't for all the good 'reviews' you got"
"I do my job well" Duncan got a little impatient.
"Sure you do" he turns in his rotating chair "That is why I want you to take care of this little job" He turned back and like magic pulled out a folder and some pictures and land them on top of the desk.
The pictures have a Hispanic-looking brunette; she was a very beautiful young woman, who seemed about his age, the folder had her name written: 'Courtney Adams', the images had nothing compromising that could reveal the reasons why now she is being hunted down, there were scenes of her having dinner, getting out of cars, nothing important, but then again it wasn't the first time he had a case he knew little about, the only difference here it's that the problem was a beautiful young woman, and for that reason he couldn't hold his curiosity no more.
"Ex-wife?" Almost immediately McLean chucks in a laugh.
"Oh God no, I had too many heartless bitches in my life, can't afford another one" And after this he winks at him and starts laughing, Duncan wasn't amuse, but he knew better than asking, his job didn't require that "I bet you're dying to know why this missy earned herself a ticket to the afterlife, eh?" he grabbed one of her pictures and looked at it for some seconds, Duncan didn't knew if he was waiting for his answer, which, he wasn't going to give him "This precious thing is a lawyer" he dropped the picture with the others "She is handling a case that involves me and… some money launder, nothing serious that you can't fix with money..." he now puts a serious face, and turns his chair again "But she keeps on claiming she will not sell herself and she'll get to the bottom of this just like her bosses want her too" In the last part he lets clear his disgust with a childish tone "So I want to bring her down as a warning for her bosses"
"It's not necessary that you tell me your plans" Duncan stated, even though that satisfied his curiosity "All the information I need to have is: where to find the person, when to finished the job and how much you're going to pay me" this last part sounded like an invitation of doing it now.
"How does 500 grand sounds to you?" He turns his chair back and inclines it.
"Legit"
"Everything you need to know is in that folder" He stands up and extends his hand to him "So can we finally shake hands?" Duncan immediately incorporates and gives him his strong grip.
"You got yourself a Sniper"