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I suddenly start to hurriedly pack my equipment in to the one rucksack and push it down the bin shoot. I rush to the door yet again, look through the hole with a revolver in my right hand. It began to slip out due to the sweat of the nerves. I cant believe they have come for me.
Suddenly I hear a bang, then see men rush into next door, then the silence. It held over me for what seemed like hours and then with a quick blink of an eye, they came back out pinning to people down walking off with white powder. It was like what happened with my father and my step mother just this time there was no confusion or harm that came after. To the book.
I sighed and was relieved when they finally left the apartment. I stared at the Chicago skyline and watched the kids playing in the street. It was like I knew what should of happened that fateful day, but it never came true for me.
I pour a glass of milk for myself, thinking what I could have been then realising it wouldn't of made any difference. From the age of 12, I knew what I wanted to do, ever since I met Leon. As I sip the milk, I try and figure out why did Leon only drink milk? Why? It still haunts me that he never explained that to me. There's nothing I can do except wait right now and see what happens. If I go outside the cops might come and get me.
I sit back in front of the TV trying to forget what happens today and watch the sunset going behind the Chicago buildings.
The radio alarm wakes me from my deep slumber that I call comfort. I know I have to train so therefore exercise. A quick 5 minute run followed by sit ups, aerobics and push ups. If only you knew how much I hated that but I know that Leon was the best and therefore I have to try and beat his best. I will help your memory Leon, I promise.
I have my breakfast quickly, grab my bag and start to head down to Tony's. I cant believe what he did to me. I start to think as I walk down the street, making sure I'm not being followed. Wait! I think I feel some ones eyes gazing at me. I take a left down a narrow street then a sharp right onto another busy street. I feel they are still following me. I suddenly start running glance behind seeing as this guy chases me. Down another I hide behind an old garbage truck, just enough ledge to hide my feet from view. I can hear him cursing. I pull out the 9mm which is in my bag and sneak into the centre of the avenue. His back was turned and not noticing me, I began to sneak up on him.
With a gun about 2 meters away I ask the guy to turn round, hands away from his pockets. He starts to turn. The further he turns the more I start to realise who it is. Its Tony's oldest son, Marco. I remember Marco from the time when I went there to collect my fees for school one year. He asked me for a favour but I said no at the time, maybe I was wrong. He threw a package on the floor.
"That's the money my father owes you from Leon's business. My father never told you how much he made, did he?" I shook my head. "Its about $600 000, so count it in your own time but at this very moment, I want to propose a business deal to you. You want that?"
My first real cleaning job. I didn't know what it was but this is where I wanted to go with my life. I knew it was what Leon found hard, getting a break and getting people to hire him. I thought that this could make me a rich woman.
"Ok, what's the job?" I replied thoughtfully
"Take out my father." His response sounded nervous. "He's not taking over a business I do the work for anymore. Its my turn to run that company. He'll go for a walk with an old man on 66th avenue. Get him before he reaches the old man, he gives me great wisdom and insight. The shock might kill him otherwise. The payment is in cash, $7500, that ok with you?"
I nod my head, bend down and pick up the package. With the 9mm still pointing at him, I look at him long and hard. As a sign of trust, I put the 9mm back into my bag with the gun still cocked just in case.
He then turns back around and walks into another avenue and all I hear is footsteps walking away from this meeting. I un-cock the gun and start walking back onto the busy main street where I continue walking my way to Tony's soon to be Marco's.
I walk into Tony's, he seemed smug with himself. I look at him and ask for a glass of milk. We talked for what seemed like hours about what happened with the rifle. He said it was my fault, I should of made sure that is was the paint ball bullets I asked for not the real rifle rounds.
"I once told Leon, trusting me and trusting the equipment I give to you are two different things. Never accept anything I give you without checking it first."
I will always remember that to this day. I will not forget this time Leon.
I then asked Tony about work and if there was any going. He started to raise his voice saying, "No not yet." I told him that I've been given a job and needed some ammunition for my rifle. He clicked his fingers and whispered something in Italian, I didn't understand it. He told me to have it as a gift and he would take it off however much Leon had still left to me. Marco had obviously not made it clear he was going to see me. I said thank you to him and left.
My first real job. Today. A friend, a lair, a cheat, a thief and a councillor. I got up, dragging my wearied body up and ready to go, knowing that by the end of the day,
I suddenly start to hurriedly pack my equipment in to the one rucksack and push it down the bin shoot. I rush to the door yet again, look through the hole with a revolver in my right hand. It began to slip out due to the sweat of the nerves. I cant believe they have come for me.
Suddenly I hear a bang, then see men rush into next door, then the silence. It held over me for what seemed like hours and then with a quick blink of an eye, they came back out pinning to people down walking off with white powder. It was like what happened with my father and my step mother just this time there was no confusion or harm that came after. To the book.
I sighed and was relieved when they finally left the apartment. I stared at the Chicago skyline and watched the kids playing in the street. It was like I knew what should of happened that fateful day, but it never came true for me.
I pour a glass of milk for myself, thinking what I could have been then realising it wouldn't of made any difference. From the age of 12, I knew what I wanted to do, ever since I met Leon. As I sip the milk, I try and figure out why did Leon only drink milk? Why? It still haunts me that he never explained that to me. There's nothing I can do except wait right now and see what happens. If I go outside the cops might come and get me.
I sit back in front of the TV trying to forget what happens today and watch the sunset going behind the Chicago buildings.
The radio alarm wakes me from my deep slumber that I call comfort. I know I have to train so therefore exercise. A quick 5 minute run followed by sit ups, aerobics and push ups. If only you knew how much I hated that but I know that Leon was the best and therefore I have to try and beat his best. I will help your memory Leon, I promise.
I have my breakfast quickly, grab my bag and start to head down to Tony's. I cant believe what he did to me. I start to think as I walk down the street, making sure I'm not being followed. Wait! I think I feel some ones eyes gazing at me. I take a left down a narrow street then a sharp right onto another busy street. I feel they are still following me. I suddenly start running glance behind seeing as this guy chases me. Down another I hide behind an old garbage truck, just enough ledge to hide my feet from view. I can hear him cursing. I pull out the 9mm which is in my bag and sneak into the centre of the avenue. His back was turned and not noticing me, I began to sneak up on him.
With a gun about 2 meters away I ask the guy to turn round, hands away from his pockets. He starts to turn. The further he turns the more I start to realise who it is. Its Tony's oldest son, Marco. I remember Marco from the time when I went there to collect my fees for school one year. He asked me for a favour but I said no at the time, maybe I was wrong. He threw a package on the floor.
"That's the money my father owes you from Leon's business. My father never told you how much he made, did he?" I shook my head. "Its about $600 000, so count it in your own time but at this very moment, I want to propose a business deal to you. You want that?"
My first real cleaning job. I didn't know what it was but this is where I wanted to go with my life. I knew it was what Leon found hard, getting a break and getting people to hire him. I thought that this could make me a rich woman.
"Ok, what's the job?" I replied thoughtfully
"Take out my father." His response sounded nervous. "He's not taking over a business I do the work for anymore. Its my turn to run that company. He'll go for a walk with an old man on 66th avenue. Get him before he reaches the old man, he gives me great wisdom and insight. The shock might kill him otherwise. The payment is in cash, $7500, that ok with you?"
I nod my head, bend down and pick up the package. With the 9mm still pointing at him, I look at him long and hard. As a sign of trust, I put the 9mm back into my bag with the gun still cocked just in case.
He then turns back around and walks into another avenue and all I hear is footsteps walking away from this meeting. I un-cock the gun and start walking back onto the busy main street where I continue walking my way to Tony's soon to be Marco's.
I walk into Tony's, he seemed smug with himself. I look at him and ask for a glass of milk. We talked for what seemed like hours about what happened with the rifle. He said it was my fault, I should of made sure that is was the paint ball bullets I asked for not the real rifle rounds.
"I once told Leon, trusting me and trusting the equipment I give to you are two different things. Never accept anything I give you without checking it first."
I will always remember that to this day. I will not forget this time Leon.
I then asked Tony about work and if there was any going. He started to raise his voice saying, "No not yet." I told him that I've been given a job and needed some ammunition for my rifle. He clicked his fingers and whispered something in Italian, I didn't understand it. He told me to have it as a gift and he would take it off however much Leon had still left to me. Marco had obviously not made it clear he was going to see me. I said thank you to him and left.
My first real job. Today. A friend, a lair, a cheat, a thief and a councillor. I got up, dragging my wearied body up and ready to go, knowing that by the end of the day,