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Wo Fat's breathing became louder and quicker, "I heard you were a little clumsy the other afternoon."
The other man stumbled on his words, "I'm very sorry, sir."
Wo Fat circled the man in the alley, staring him down the entire time, "I sent you to the house to kill Chrissy Raines, not hit her on the back of the head only so she could get back up again and start talking."
The other man's voice shook, "Sir, I apologize. I thought she was dead when I left the house. Honest."
"Thanks to you, we cannot find her now. She has disappeared."
"I made a mistake."
"A mistake? You call not killing the person you were hired to kill a mistake? That is called a failure, not a mistake. You're going to pay dearly for it, too."
The man's hands flew up, begging, "No, sir, please! I'll do anything to make up for it! I promise!"
"When has your word been any good?"
With that, Wo Fat pulled a gun out of his pocket and emptied its contents into the other man's chest. He fell back with a thud. Crimson blood poured out of his body and onto the rough pavement. He gurgled on his blood for a few seconds before he fell completely still.
Wo Fat glanced at the body and replaced the gun in his pocket. He strolled away, leaving the body in a dark alley on Maui. He muttered to himself, "I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself."
