Hit-man's Target
Prologue
"Why?"
"Because it's my job, McGee."
Tim took a shaky breath as he stared at the emotionless killer pointing a gun right at his head. He tore his gaze away from the menacing barrel of the gun and he looked over to the motionless slumped form by the bookcase.
"God, I really hope she's not dead," Tim thought as he brought his eyes back to the gun.
"You don't have to do this you know. I-I'll leave town- hell, I'll leave this country. Just please don't kill me." pleaded Tim.
"Oh but I have to or it's my ass on the line," the killer replied coldly.
"Fine. Let me rephrase that. You don't want to kill me, because if you do, my Boss, he will hunt you down until he smashes you like the scum you are."
"I'll keep that in mind...after I do what I came here to do."
"I warned you," Tim sighed, trying to keep the bravery in his voice. Well, I tried.
"Whatever," the killer responded with a sarcastic smile. He cocked the gun and aimed it for Tim's heart. "Goodbye, McGee."
Tim closed his eyes, taking his last deep breath. He couldn't believe this had happened. Why had this happened, he never did anything wrong- well, maybe a few things he could name off, but nothing worth getting murdered for. Hearing the loud pop of the gun and the instant searing pain in his chest was the last thing he registered before he slipped into oblivion.
TBC. Well? Should I continue? Reviews and maybe I will :)))) Thanks