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Sorry for the wrong Italian. The computer will not let me do the accents over the letters.
Abandoned wear house:
It was a normal day at work.
If your work was killing people.
If you were a hitman.
And if your name was Alfred F. Jones. Or Hitman Jones, depending on who you asked.
Alfred was in a deserted warehouse interrogating the right hand man of the Italian Mafia.
No matter what Alfred did to pursuade him, Flavio would not speak. However he was reaching his breaking point.
And so were those bones.
Alfred took the sledge hammer and swung.
He broke every bone and nearly whacked his feet off when Flavio had reached his limit.
"Va bene, va bene! Ti diro dove mio fratello si nasconde!
"Che e piu piace." Alfred set the hammer aside.
"Lui e in Italia. Roma, lo si pup trovare in Roma Sparita. Se avete intenzione di uccidermi, lo rendono veloce!"
Alfred put some duct tape over Flavio's mouth.
As the hitman put the silencer on his pistol and raised it to his head, he heard his cell phone go off.
He took his phone out and looked at who was calling.
It was the preschool his little girl went to. Why would they call him?
"Aggrappati a quel pensiero. Devo prendere questo."
He put the phone up to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I am Miss Hendevary, your daughter's teacher. I am calling because her mother didn't come to pick her up and when I called she would not answer her phone. Is she alright?"
Shit.
Alfred shot Flavio in the head.
Thanks to the silencer, Miss Hendevary did not hear a thing.
"Her mother is not feeling well. Can you please watch her until i get off of work in an hour?"
"Of course I can!"
"Thank you. Goodbye."
Alfred looked at all the blood on his cloths and the ground.
Getting rid of blood and a corpse in under an hour? Challenge accepted.
Alfred dropped his little angel off at his sister's house under the guise of wanting "mommy-daddy bonding time."
His daughter thought that her parents were going to play games like she did with her mommy and daddy.
His sister Madeleine thought they were disgusting.
His brother-in-law Demetri congratulated him.
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As Alfred walked into his home, there was nothing out of place.
No blood, no broken glass, it was all clean.
Except the note on his side of the bed along with a plain ticket to just outside of Montpelier in Vermont which would only about one hour from their home in Philadelphia.
As Alfred stepped off the plain, a woman with brown hair and reddish brown eyes came up to him and said in Italian that her boss would like to see him and if he ever wanted to see his wife alive, he would follow her.
They arrived at a house in the middle of the suburbs and the strange woman led Alfred down to the basement.
There, Alfred saw the leader of the Italian Mafia, Luciano Bartenelli, his two bodyguards, and his wife tied to a chair blindfolded.
She didn't look hurt. That was good.
"I was-a thinking you weren't-a coming. She has been very quiet and I was just about to make her talk."
Alfred pulled out the gun that he was able to get pass security at the airport.
The stupid guards then pulled out their guns. One was pointed at Alfred, the other at his wife.
"Why aren't you talking? Is it because you don't want the little lady to know what her husband actually does?"
Alfred saw his wife tense up.
"I was hoping to keep this from her until the day I die, however plans change."
Alfred shot the man that had a gun on his wife. He was dead instantly but then Alfred got shot by the buff guy in the arm. Alfred shot that guy too.
Luciano grabbed a butcher knife and threw it at Alfred. It missed him but it then ruined his gun and then Luciano charged Alfred.
The Mafia had made him a skilled fighter, but a Hitman was more trained in the art of killing.
Alfred made his way over to his wife who now had blood splatters on her clothes. He took the blindfold off and his heart broke when he saw the fear in her eyes. He used the knife to cut the ropes that bound her.
He ignored the pain in his arm as he helped her stand up.
"Do you really kill people for your job?"
"Only dirty politicians and possible terrorist. Mostly Mafia's and drug cartels. Everyone of those deaths were justified. These three included."
"The British Prime Minister?"
"A cannibal and was planing on the murder of the Crown Prince Arthur."
"The American Senator?"
"Selling illegal uranium to the Chinese and embezzlement."
"Who is your boss?"
"If I told you, they would kill you."
"The nights that you came home late, you were doing your job? You were not having an affair?"
"I would never have an affair. Eve is at my sister's."
"You should get cleaned up before we leave. I don't really want to explain to the police as to why we are covered in blood."
After a bullet was removed, changed clothes, and a car ride later, the two made it home.
"Are you alright?"
"I am better now, but I don't think that I will ever get over the fact that you are a hitman."