For an assassin, waiting was the most difficult task. It was nighttime now; nine O' clock P.M. I parked my car far on top of hill that stood west of the shack. From where I was, I got a good view of the shack. I watched as people came in and out, but none of them happened to be Delonte. How long was he going to be in there, I had no idea, but I knew that he had to come out sooner or later.

It was nine thirty P.M. now; still no sign of Delonte. I let out a yawn and sat back in my seat, watching a group of teens walk out the door and head over towards their cars. I wondered how old those teens were because they sure did look pretty young to be drinking.

I sat up in my seat, stretching my arms out infront of me and letting out another yawn. I was starting to get tired, but I knew I couldn't leave now. I thought of this as a good opportunity. Once all the people leave and with Delonte almost the last person left to leave, I would strike; I would strike and leave quietly. No one would know I did of course, then I would go home and give Roscoe the good news and then my life would be off of death's hands and I would be living the good life. I started to picture myself relaxing on a beach in Hawaii, laying back in a lounge and drinking smoothies until I saw the outside sign, Bobby's Bar N' Grill light shut off.

There was nothing, but darkness now. I sat up straight in my seat and just watched. Nothing; nobody came out yet, not even Nick, the bartender. I listened and still watched; still no sign of Delonte. I cocked my eyebrow and sat back in my seat wondering what was taking them so long. I hoped good as hell that they weren't all going to spend the night there, because if they were, I had no choice, but to just kill them all.

I sat back in my seat again, wondering what I should do now. Should I go in, bust down the doors and start raising hell or should I wait a little longer? I thought for a moment, hating to picture myself waiting for another hour for Delonte to walk out those doors and then striking him, but it's best to just go ahead and do it now and get it out of the way.

I reached into the back seat, pulling out the gun bag from under the seat. I pulled the blanket off and grabbed the gun bag and sat it on my lap. I turned my attention back to the shack to see if anything happened; nada.

I unzipped the bag, pulling out the long gun with the box of matching bullets. Then, I looked down and noticed the other Mamba that I had packed away. I decided to go with the Mamba since it was easier to pack in my pocket, plus it shot faster too. If I was going to kill somebody, I had to do it quick. I loaded two more extra bullets into the mamba and locked it. I tucked the gun into the back of my pants and put the long gun away. Finally realizing what I was going to do, I looked back up towards the shack to see if anything happened; still nothing.

Without hesitation, I slowly unlocked and opened my door and stepped out. After shutting the door quietly, I walked silently down the bank and ran over towards a bunch of garbage cans that stood against the wall. I kneeled down beside them, holding my nose as the foul smell. For a minute, I thought that I was going to puke until I heard voices coming from behind me. I looked back, seeing a orange glow flowing against the tress. I cocked my eyebrow, making sure that the gun was tucked securely into the back of my pants. I got on my knees and started to crawl. Walking all the way towards the end, I stopped and peeked over to see where the orange glow was coming from.

I saw a tin can, with fire shooting out it with four guys sitting around it. One of them was Nick, the bartender, the other two were guys that I seen from earlier that were in the back behind the door, and then the last one was of course my target, Delonte. The four of them all stood around the tin, just starring into the fire. Delonte, who lit up a cigarette, was the first one to speak.

"So we're all clear then; four grand, nothing more?"

"Yeah, about that Ghost, how did you even know where to get all that money?", Nick asked.

"Had a little help from my buddies if that's what you would even call them.", Delonte replied.

"Ha! You mean the asshoe's that left you out on the street to die.", one of the men laughed.

I watched as Delonte starred at him with angry eyes. Without taking his eyes off the man, he pressed the cigarette to his lips and inhaled. He blew a ball of smoke into the man's face and started to smirk. With one quick move, Delonte grabbed the man by his shirt collar and raised him up off the ground.

"You think that's funny?", Delonte questioned, shaking the man from his shirt collar.

"No!", the man chocked. "No man! I'm Sorry! I didn't mean it that way!"

"Oh really?", Delonte smirked, gripping the collar tighter. Before the guy could speak, Delonte released him by throwing him against the wall. The man let out a yelp of pain as he slid to the floor. I gulped, seeing how really dangerous this Delonte guy was. Then, I watched as Delonte walked over towards the man he threw, and leaned down, throwing his cigarette on the man.

"Did you think I wanted to die?", Delonte questioned.

"Ghost man don't…", one of the other guys began to complain.

"Shutup!", Delonte shot back. "I'm just asking him a question and I want him to answer it. Now, do you think that I wanted to die out on that street?"

I watched as fear spread across the man's face as he shook his head. "No.", was all he said.

Delonte eyed him for a minute and stood up without taking his eyes off him. Just then, Delonte raised his foot and kicked the man hard in the stomach. The man let out a yelp and clutched his side from where Delonte kicked him. Delonte then started making his way back to the other two men.

"They might of wanted me dead, but I ain't dead yet.", Delonte said. "Besides, I have unfinished business to deal with before I do die."

"What kind of business?", Nick asked, throwing something in the fire.

"Ohh, just business and when I'm done, I'll get back in touch with ya'll to tell you when I got the money. Sound cool?", Delonte smiled, looking back and forth between Nick and the other guy that stood silent.

Nick and the man starred at each other and nodded both in agreement.

"Good.", Delonte smiled. "I'll check in on ya'll next Friday."

I watched as how Delonte shook hands with both men in agreement. I wondered what Delonte meant by Unfinished Business. I wondered if he was referring to me from what happened yesterday. Just then, I felt an arm snake around my waist and another hand cover my mouth. I screamed right through the persons hand and felt myself being pulled up and taking over to where Delonte and them where at.

"Hey Ghost! Look who I found sneaking around.", said the guy who was holding me.

Delonte, who I assumed was now Ghost, looked over, eyeing me suspiciously. I watched as his face grew from suspicious to shocking.

"You!", Ghost, pointed a finger at me. "You're the bitch that tried to kill me yesterday!"

Great, I thought. How was I going to get out of this one?

I tried breaking loose from the person's grip, but failed. Ghost was now walking over towards me with anger in his eyes. I now started to fill scared. With both of my hands held tightly against my side, it was going to be impossible for me to reach back and get my gun.

"What the hell are you doing here? You shouldn't even be alive!", Ghost yelled at me.

I growled through the person's hand that covered my mouth and broke loose from their grip. I turned to see who caught me spying on Delonte and saw that it was that emo boy from earlier. Before I went to say something, another arm snaked around my waist and covered my mouth with another hand. I realized that it was the man from earlier that Ghost had kicked. This time, the man had a firm grip on me. I screamed in his hand trying to shake away.

"She's the chick from earlier. The one that ordered an alcohol.", Nick said, eyeing me steadily.

"No shit Sherlock!", I finally yelled as I shook the man's hand away from my mouth.

"Quiet!", the man shouted, covering my mouth once again.

"Who is she Delonte? You know her?", the emo boy asked.

"Sure do. I think it was yesterday, right babe?", Delonte smirked, walking over towards me.

I growled through the man's hand, promising myself that if I wasn't being held back, I would of slapped that smirk right off Delonte's face.

"Yesterday?", Nick questioned.

"Yeah, in that house across Main Street; the one that caught on fire? She tried to killing me there.", Delonte smirked.

"Word.", was all the emo boy said.

"Let her go.", Delonte ordered.

The man slowly released me. I took a couple steps forward away from him, but a couple steps forwards bumping into Delonte. Before I could react, Delonte wrapped his hand around my throat, pulling my face closer to his.

"Wanna tell me why you came here?", he questioned, starring deep into my eyes.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to have contact with him. I didn't know what to say or how I was even going to escape. Before I could react again, a hand reach down to the back of my pants and I felt my gun being pulled out.

"Hey Ghost, look what she had along with her?", the man chuckled devilishly, holding up my gun.

I watched as Delonte looked back at my gun and back down at me. "Going for round 2 now huh? Yet again, your plan just ain't good enough."

I clutched my hands around Delonte's wrists as he squeezed my throat tighter. I gasped out for air as I felt him squeezing my throat tighter and tighter by the minute. It was as if he wanted me to die slowly, taking out every breath that I had. I felt my legs grow limp and my lungs about to explode.

"Come on back, let her go!", Nick yelled, seeing how helpless I was.

Delonte ignored Nick and continued chocking me.

"Yeah, come on man, she could be use to us.", one of the man said.

"How!", Ghost snapped, loosening his grip around my throat.

I breathed in much air as I could before Delonte would change his mind and go back to chocking me.

"Just think about man, about our little plan with the money and all.", Nick added.

"Bullshit how do we know if she'll run off and tell the cops!", Delonte snapped again. Delonte turned to me and gave me a disgusted look. He gripped my throat tightly again and pushed me back up against the wall. I chocked out for air, clutching onto Delonte's wrist, hoping he would let go soon.

"She won't man because we will never let her out of our sight. We would always keep an eye on her and make sure she's doing what she's suppose to be doing.", the Emo boy finally said.

Delonte looked at me, starring deep into my eyes. I wondered what he was trying to see. I saw that he was deep in thought about something. Probably about what that emo boy had said. What were they even talking about me being good use to them? I didn't want nothing to do with them. Right now was the probably the time that I wished I was dead instead of in the hands of a monster.

"Fine…", Delonte muttered, slowly releasing my throat. I fell to the ground, clutching my throat and gasping for much air as I can. Delonte studied me and turned his attention back to the boys.

"We meet here again tomorrow. With shawty here as a new member, we going to go back over the plan and give her the basics. Ight?", Delonte questioned.

All three men nodded as Nick spoke up, pointing over towards me. "And where is she going to stay? There's no way in hell that we could just let her go home alone I mean who knows if she would go and tell the cops."

"Yeah man, we almost got caught last time!", one man chimmed in. Delonte sighed, rubbing his temple. Delonte then turned around and looked down at me with a smirk. Without taking my eyes off him, I sat up, backing against the wall. Delonte chuckled and kneeled down next to me.

"I guess she'll just have to stay with me then now won't she?"