Aaron licked his dry lips. His dark eyes scanned the relatively quiet street. He looked into the car mirror, staring into his own dark eyes. He grabbed the bag of paperclips sitting on his dashboard, clutching them in his hands. He glanced back out the window, watching the streetlights flicker in the darkness of the night. He grabbed the black baseball cap he always wore, tugging it onto his head. He looked over his outfit of all black one more time, then pushed open the car door. He moved out, observing his surroundings yet again. His hand went to his hip, gently touching his gun.
He began to move down the sidewalk, his hands buried in his hoodie pocket. He moved until he stood beside a dim streetlight. He could see who he'd been waiting for now. A twinge of fury hit his gut. He began to walk towards the nicely dressed man, who was busy speaking on the phone.
Aaron knew all about this guy. A man with a family, a wife, kids, and he was addicted to some substance. Pathetic. He pulled his gun from its holster, pointing it downward.
"Excuse me, sir," he called out to the man. He now stood a few feet behind him. The man turned, looking at Aaron, dressed in all black-and with a gun pointed straight at his head.
He dropped his phone, his hands going into the air. "P-please…I'll give you anything you want," he spoke with panic in his voice.
Aaron stared into his eyes in the dimly lit night. His finger curled against the trigger. A loud bang resounded throughout the street.
He didn't hesitate to begin. He pulled out the bag of paperclips, and bent 3 so they were straight. He carefully formed them into an 'A' right near the body's arm. He then bent 3 more so they formed an 'H', placing it beside the 'A' so 'AH' lay across the pavement. He stepped back, looking at his work, then sped off towards his car.