Tobey's Day
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Marcus threw him a photograph. "Her name's Carrie, my top gal. She'll be taking you on this mission, showing you the basics."
Tobey threw the photo back on the desk. "I don't need any help from a dame. I can do this on my own."
"Tobey, if you weren't my cousin, I swear I'd have killed you by now. You're not ready to go out and do this on your own, you're still fucking green," Marcus shouted back.
The sound of the garage door opening from the outside stopped the conversation. Marcus pointed to the door. "Wait outside, I want to talk to her in private first."
Tobey turned towards the door. Marcus's voice grumbled, and he shouted. "And Tobey, if you manage to fuck this up, I'll make sure you fucking pay."
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He leaned against the bathroom sink, shivering nervously. He had heard the three shots go off, and he could hear Carrie crying. She could've been hit. There was quiet talking on the other side of the door, he couldn't hear what they were saying. He held the gun with a tight grip, aiming it towards the door, ready to shoot the man coming in to kill him. Then, there was a smash. He hit Carrie with something! He panicked, the door began to creak open. He jammed the barrel of the gun into the crack of the door, pulling the trigger. There was a whimper, and the body fell backwards. He sighed relief.
"Looks like we got the bastard, Carrie," Tobey grinned as he opened the bathroom door.
He fell backwards against the wall. Carrie's body was motionless on the bed, a bullethole in her chest. He jumped atop of the bed, checking her pulse.
He screamed at her. "Carrie! Carrie! Wake the fuck up!"
Two women looked in the room through the hallway. Tobey swung his head around, and they scattered away. He leaped off the bed, his gun drawn, and skidded into the hallway. Both the girls headed for the elevator, screaming their heads off.
"YOU FUCKING TELL ANYONE, AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Tobey screamed at them, knowing the threat wouldn't work.
He ran back into the hotel room, over to the body of Carl. He grabbed him by the chest and hoisted him over his shoulder, carrying him around like a rolled up carpet. He looked out the window, police cars beginning to pull up out front.
A voice echoed from the hallway. "Sir, is something wrong?"
Tobey spun around, his gun already drawn, and shot the bellhop in the head. The bellhop took a few steps forward, and collapsed onto the already bloody rug of the room. Tobey dropped Carl's body onto the bed, and quickly entered the bathroom with the body of the bellhop. A few seconds later he came back out, wearing the new bellhop suit.
He stepped into the hallway, the bellhop's luggage rack sitting next to the door. He wheeled it in the room, pulling one of the suitcase's off. Setting it on the bed, he jammed Carl's body inside, the suitcase almost bulging open when he closed it. He rolled it onto the luggage rack, and wheeled it into the hallway.
He began to walk towards the elevator, the rack heavy and hard to handle. A loud ding erupted in the hallway, and the elevator doors slid open. Three police officers charged in the hallway, their guns raised.
"HOLD IT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!" One of the cops screamed at Tobey, his gun waving in the air.
Tobey backed against the wall. "I've got to deliver Ms. Blanard's suitcase, she's waiting in the lobby."
One of the officers nodded, and they continued down the hall. As the elevator doors closed, Tobey could hear them shouting for medical assistance from the room.
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Tobey wheeled the suitcase into the room. Marcus's eyes widened with anticipation as he sat up from his desk.
"Excellent work Tobey. Excellent work," Marcus gleefully exclaimed, walking around his desk.
Tobey zipped open the suitcase, the body of Carl fell out onto the floor. "Just like you wanted him," he replied to Marcus.
Marcus reached out and grapped Tobey's hand, giving him a rough handshake. He smiled once again, "Where's Carrie, I need to speak with her. We've got a wedding to plan."
Tobey cleared his throat. "There was a litte...problem in the mission."
The smile disappeared from Marcus's face. "Problem? What fucking problem?"
Tobey took a step backwards. "I shot her...accidently! She opened the door to the bathroom, and I...I shot her..."
Marcus stood silent for a few seconds, his face emotionless. Finally, he let out a sigh. "Your father, was my brother. When he was dying, I promised him that I'd make sure you were brought up right. How am I supposed to keep that promise when you making fucking screw ups like this."
Tobey jumped in. "It was an accident!"
Marcus shook his head. "An accident? A fucking accident!? Carrie was marrying my son! The wedding was in six weeks! What am I going to say to my son now. Sorry kid, but your wife was shot by accident! You don't fucking get it, do you Tobey. There are no accidents in life, only mistakes."
Tobey stepped back again. "I...I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident, a mistake!"
Marcus pointed to the door. "Get the fuck out of my office, and get the fuck out of town. I'm giving you 24 hours. If I even hear that you're back in the city, I'll shoot you in your head myself."
Tobey nodded, running for the door. He ran outside the building, panting heavily as he leaned against his car. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, jamming it into his mouth as he leaned against the car hood.
The door to the bulding opened, and a figure stepped out into the sunlight. It was Mr. Psychopath, Marcus's right hand man. He walked over to Tobey, sitting next to him on the hood of the car.
"You've fucking done it this time, Tobey. Marcus isn't joking around anymore, he wants you dead." Mr. Pyscopath spoke quietly, looking straight ahead.
Tobey shook his head. "He won't kill me, he made a promise to my dad."
Mr. Psychopatch sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I know he won't kill you...that's why he told me to do it for him."
Mr. Psychopath raised the gun and shot it into the side of Tobey's head. The cigarette fell to the ground, and he landed on top of it. He tried to say he was sorry, but it came out as a gurgle of blood.
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Marcus threw him a photograph. "Her name's Carrie, my top gal. She'll be taking you on this mission, showing you the basics."
Tobey threw the photo back on the desk. "I don't need any help from a dame. I can do this on my own."
"Tobey, if you weren't my cousin, I swear I'd have killed you by now. You're not ready to go out and do this on your own, you're still fucking green," Marcus shouted back.
The sound of the garage door opening from the outside stopped the conversation. Marcus pointed to the door. "Wait outside, I want to talk to her in private first."
Tobey turned towards the door. Marcus's voice grumbled, and he shouted. "And Tobey, if you manage to fuck this up, I'll make sure you fucking pay."
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He leaned against the bathroom sink, shivering nervously. He had heard the three shots go off, and he could hear Carrie crying. She could've been hit. There was quiet talking on the other side of the door, he couldn't hear what they were saying. He held the gun with a tight grip, aiming it towards the door, ready to shoot the man coming in to kill him. Then, there was a smash. He hit Carrie with something! He panicked, the door began to creak open. He jammed the barrel of the gun into the crack of the door, pulling the trigger. There was a whimper, and the body fell backwards. He sighed relief.
"Looks like we got the bastard, Carrie," Tobey grinned as he opened the bathroom door.
He fell backwards against the wall. Carrie's body was motionless on the bed, a bullethole in her chest. He jumped atop of the bed, checking her pulse.
He screamed at her. "Carrie! Carrie! Wake the fuck up!"
Two women looked in the room through the hallway. Tobey swung his head around, and they scattered away. He leaped off the bed, his gun drawn, and skidded into the hallway. Both the girls headed for the elevator, screaming their heads off.
"YOU FUCKING TELL ANYONE, AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Tobey screamed at them, knowing the threat wouldn't work.
He ran back into the hotel room, over to the body of Carl. He grabbed him by the chest and hoisted him over his shoulder, carrying him around like a rolled up carpet. He looked out the window, police cars beginning to pull up out front.
A voice echoed from the hallway. "Sir, is something wrong?"
Tobey spun around, his gun already drawn, and shot the bellhop in the head. The bellhop took a few steps forward, and collapsed onto the already bloody rug of the room. Tobey dropped Carl's body onto the bed, and quickly entered the bathroom with the body of the bellhop. A few seconds later he came back out, wearing the new bellhop suit.
He stepped into the hallway, the bellhop's luggage rack sitting next to the door. He wheeled it in the room, pulling one of the suitcase's off. Setting it on the bed, he jammed Carl's body inside, the suitcase almost bulging open when he closed it. He rolled it onto the luggage rack, and wheeled it into the hallway.
He began to walk towards the elevator, the rack heavy and hard to handle. A loud ding erupted in the hallway, and the elevator doors slid open. Three police officers charged in the hallway, their guns raised.
"HOLD IT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!" One of the cops screamed at Tobey, his gun waving in the air.
Tobey backed against the wall. "I've got to deliver Ms. Blanard's suitcase, she's waiting in the lobby."
One of the officers nodded, and they continued down the hall. As the elevator doors closed, Tobey could hear them shouting for medical assistance from the room.
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Tobey wheeled the suitcase into the room. Marcus's eyes widened with anticipation as he sat up from his desk.
"Excellent work Tobey. Excellent work," Marcus gleefully exclaimed, walking around his desk.
Tobey zipped open the suitcase, the body of Carl fell out onto the floor. "Just like you wanted him," he replied to Marcus.
Marcus reached out and grapped Tobey's hand, giving him a rough handshake. He smiled once again, "Where's Carrie, I need to speak with her. We've got a wedding to plan."
Tobey cleared his throat. "There was a litte...problem in the mission."
The smile disappeared from Marcus's face. "Problem? What fucking problem?"
Tobey took a step backwards. "I shot her...accidently! She opened the door to the bathroom, and I...I shot her..."
Marcus stood silent for a few seconds, his face emotionless. Finally, he let out a sigh. "Your father, was my brother. When he was dying, I promised him that I'd make sure you were brought up right. How am I supposed to keep that promise when you making fucking screw ups like this."
Tobey jumped in. "It was an accident!"
Marcus shook his head. "An accident? A fucking accident!? Carrie was marrying my son! The wedding was in six weeks! What am I going to say to my son now. Sorry kid, but your wife was shot by accident! You don't fucking get it, do you Tobey. There are no accidents in life, only mistakes."
Tobey stepped back again. "I...I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident, a mistake!"
Marcus pointed to the door. "Get the fuck out of my office, and get the fuck out of town. I'm giving you 24 hours. If I even hear that you're back in the city, I'll shoot you in your head myself."
Tobey nodded, running for the door. He ran outside the building, panting heavily as he leaned against his car. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, jamming it into his mouth as he leaned against the car hood.
The door to the bulding opened, and a figure stepped out into the sunlight. It was Mr. Psychopath, Marcus's right hand man. He walked over to Tobey, sitting next to him on the hood of the car.
"You've fucking done it this time, Tobey. Marcus isn't joking around anymore, he wants you dead." Mr. Pyscopath spoke quietly, looking straight ahead.
Tobey shook his head. "He won't kill me, he made a promise to my dad."
Mr. Psychopatch sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I know he won't kill you...that's why he told me to do it for him."
Mr. Psychopath raised the gun and shot it into the side of Tobey's head. The cigarette fell to the ground, and he landed on top of it. He tried to say he was sorry, but it came out as a gurgle of blood.