A/N
- I Down Own Hitman Just This Plot, Hans-Jürgen Bäcker is/was a member
of the Baader-Meinhof group and his location is unknown. Victor Bout is
a member of the russian mafia and is currently in hiding and location
is unknown. The "Bellevue"
is an actual Restaurant on the east side of pragues river. Sorry about
the Formatting and grammar :) I'm not very good. Please review and
thanks for reading
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The
rain was subdued and only drizzle fell from the heavens. The time was
fast approaching twelve yet the nightlife was just waking up. Across
the road I watched the restaurant, lights still on people still
cleaning up. Few cars passed the restaurant but armies of people
walked around. It would be easy to get up close. Getting in would be
the problem.
I
sat at the table I had next to the plate-glass window that lay open.
The city expanded out below me, I could see the hundreds of people
from all nationalities walking around near the restaurant and bridge.
I remember thinking "They don't know do they? When will humanity
realise that the time we are given is precious and that we should all
do are part? Humanity is something stupid, destined to die either by
their own hand or another's. It's all just so sloppy, and I am
the cleaner."
My
handguns lay in front of me the clips on the table, unloaded bullets
lay leaned against them. I picked one up and held it to the barely
visible moonlight, I twisted it round in my hand taking note at the
perfect simplicity of it and how something so small could rip
someone's life apart and then away. I picked up a clip in the other
hand and loaded the bullet with a satisfying click.
An
alarm from the other side of the room went off, I looked to the clock
next to the mirror, "Midnight" I spoke to the open air. It was
Showtime.
A
loud chime that sounded over Prague from a clock somewhere in the
city. I stood up on the first chime, my blood red tie swinging.
Taking my guns from the table I loaded the rest of the bullets in
seconds. The forth chime hit, I holstered the pistols under my arm
and took the fibre-wire from the bed and placed it in my side pocket.
The ninth chime hit, I left the rifle where It was and walked towards
the door. The eleventh chime hit as I turned off the light and was
silhouetted against the wall in an eerie sort of way. The door closed
as the twelfth chime finished.