He took a bite of his chocolate bar as he watched the building burn to the ground. He sighed and shook his head. "I almost feel like this is a rip off." Sure the client he was working for today was paying what he asked, but he expected the job to be a lot harder than it was. If he expected it to be this easy, he would have simply turned it down. A flash of red went by him. He caught the colour in the corner of his eye. He whipped around raising his gun in the air. The chocolate bar hanging from his mouth. Whoever it was, they were hiding pretty well. He walked forward cautiously. He knew he should probably flee the scene, but he had a strong urge to figure out who that was. He hadn't noticed them anytime before hand. Anyone who can stay under his radar for that long had something more to them. It was worth taking a look at the least. His client had said leave no one alive. Was this the missing person? There had been eight people that were on that list. There were only seven in the building.
His mind raced over the petty details as he continued forward. "Tom right?" He nodded unwrapping a chocolate bar. "Yes, well. I need a few people taken care of. I was told you're the one for the job?" Again a simple nod. "Yes, you were told correctly." The man smiled, his thousand dollar suit gleaming under the dull fluorescent lights. He had a shark tooth grin. It screamed evil. "Well, how much information do you need?" He paused before taking a bite of the chocolate bar. "I need to know how many people will be there. I need to know that they will be the only ones there at that time. If they are not there all at once let me know where I can find them." Those shark teeth shown again. Damned fat bastard, could probably charge double and the guy wouldn't blink an eye. "Now, how much do you charge son?" That's it. He was charging triple. "Fifteen thousand per person." As he expected, the man didn't even blink. "Is this to be paid before or after?" A sigh. He took a few bites of chocolate before answering. Enjoying the rich creamy taste.
He moved around the corner of a nearby building. Damn. That flash of red was all he had caught. He still hadn't been able to find the person attached to the colour. He brought his hands and the gun to his chest. Ready to sneak around the corner without so much as a whisper. He bolted around the side of the building and looked around. Dragging the gun along with his eyesight. Nothing. Damn it. Who the hell was quick enough to escape him? He spun on his heel towards the sound of a small shoe squeak. He ran towards it, forgetting to raise his gun as he leapt over a small fence. He caught the red flash of colour running along the fence the other way. It wasn't long before the person turned and looked at him. He jumped when he realized he was still being followed. He quickly ran out of sight somewhere to the left.
"Before." That shark grin faded for a moment. "Can I ask why?" With a sigh he threw the empty wrapper towards a trash bin. It went in without a problem. "Because, its easier to pin someone to murder when people are given large amount of money through bank accounts after a killing has occurred. I always scramble when I get paid so that myself and my clients are in no way connected to said murders." His smile returned. "I see." He sat still for a short period of time before pulling another chocolate bar from his pocket. Mister money didn't see anything. He wanted the job done, and wanted it done soon. "I take ten thousand before each job as assurance you wont back out of the deal. Is that fine?" The man nodded. "Yes." He reached underneath of a desk, and was greeted with a gun aimed at his head. "Relax." The man pulled a wallet out of the top drawer. "My job comes with risks. It's habit." The shark tooth grin exploded onto his face again. "Your quick." He handed the boy twenty thousand. He sifted through it counting it.
He leapt off of a small wall and rolled along the ground before jumping back to his feet. Where the hell did that guy go now? A sound off to the right just ahead of him. He ran that way instantly. He holstered his gun for extra speed, dropping his chocolate bar in the process. He shrugged it off. If this guy could evade him for so long, it had to be worth it. As he lunged over the third garbage can the flash of red passed his view again. It was the guys hair. Damn he was quick, but he was quicker. His mind and feet reacted instantly, he changed direction and tore after the person again. He was getting closer every time he caught that flash of red. It wouldn't be long before he caught him.
He smiled. "I'm paid the amount I am because I am quick. Otherwise I wouldn't make nearly as much money." He finished counting the bundle. "I only asked for ten." The man smiled, showing his diamond plated teeth. "I'm giving you an extra ten, I want this done, not backing out. Besides, I like you. Your quick." Small vocabulary for such a rich monkey. "Well. Alright then." He turned and began to leave the room. All would have been fine and done. He expected the money in his bank account in two days. After that he would wait exactly three weeks, two days, and five hours. Before he took care of this clients job. "Before you go." He stopped, hand on the handle. He turned around with a frown. "Yes?" The man folded his hands on his desk and tried to muster up an intimidating look. "I don't want this in the news as anything but an accident." Man this guy was pissing him off. "Won't be anything more." He left before any more could be said.
