Hey all. Thought it was time for a new story. This is the prologue to my
two new ones, so if it seems familiar just jump to the next chapter. I
can't figure out how to get my italic stuff to appear in italics so sorry
that it's not. Enjoy!
A doorbell echoed through the house and a man was lead to the office. He stood before a large desk. The boss had his chair turned away from him, "What's your news?"
"We found her. In a small town in Missouri. She has a daughter."
The Boss was pleased with this news, "Good, very good. It is time to make her pay, make her suffer. There is a case on the desk. It has all you may need in it. I hired you for a reason. Do things right?"
"Yes, sir, I understand," The man picked up the case containing C4 explosives and detonator. He headed towards the door.
"Oh, and Jimmy, it will be your head if you don't get the job done," The boss turned around and pointed a gun at him to get his point across.
"I understand, sir. She is as good as dead," He went to his car and headed towards the airport for his flight to Missouri.
Unknown to the two was the young boy watching through the cracked door that leads to the back hallway. He is at it again. Mom keeps telling me he has a dangerous life. I think there is some good in him. He is my father after all. He closes the door and heads for his bedroom.
********** Jimmy had been watching the house for three weeks now. He knew her routine like the back of his hand. He watched her leave at 9 o'clock, after her daughter had been asleep for an hour. He picked up the ten pounds of C4 he had turned into an explosive. He turned the timer to go off in five hours. At the exact time she would return home from work.
Jimmy walked towards the front door and bypassed the security system with ease. He walked down the hallway and into the second door on the right. He was familiar with the house for he had broken into it several times already. He wanted to see what type of a sleeper the child was. He was very happy when he found out she was a heave sleeper. So heavy he could crawl under her bed, press on the matrice and she wouldn't even move.
Under the bed, Jimmy slid with a role of duct tape, a screwdriver, and a small container of red paint. He unscrewed four screws in the matrice frame. He removed the section and taped the bomb to the matrice. All the wires were red, some with small numbers written on it. He then replaced the section and partially screwed it back in. He took the four wires with the numbers and connected them carefully to the screws. Jimmy took a small paintbrush out of his pocket and painted over the numbers with the red paint. He finished screwing the screws in and crawled out from under the bed. He smiled at his handy work. He leaned over and kissed the sleeping child goodbye. This seems like such a waist of a perfectly good girl. Oh, how I wish I could play with you before you died. He walked out the front door and reactivated the alarm. Walked to his car and left the state.
A doorbell echoed through the house and a man was lead to the office. He stood before a large desk. The boss had his chair turned away from him, "What's your news?"
"We found her. In a small town in Missouri. She has a daughter."
The Boss was pleased with this news, "Good, very good. It is time to make her pay, make her suffer. There is a case on the desk. It has all you may need in it. I hired you for a reason. Do things right?"
"Yes, sir, I understand," The man picked up the case containing C4 explosives and detonator. He headed towards the door.
"Oh, and Jimmy, it will be your head if you don't get the job done," The boss turned around and pointed a gun at him to get his point across.
"I understand, sir. She is as good as dead," He went to his car and headed towards the airport for his flight to Missouri.
Unknown to the two was the young boy watching through the cracked door that leads to the back hallway. He is at it again. Mom keeps telling me he has a dangerous life. I think there is some good in him. He is my father after all. He closes the door and heads for his bedroom.
********** Jimmy had been watching the house for three weeks now. He knew her routine like the back of his hand. He watched her leave at 9 o'clock, after her daughter had been asleep for an hour. He picked up the ten pounds of C4 he had turned into an explosive. He turned the timer to go off in five hours. At the exact time she would return home from work.
Jimmy walked towards the front door and bypassed the security system with ease. He walked down the hallway and into the second door on the right. He was familiar with the house for he had broken into it several times already. He wanted to see what type of a sleeper the child was. He was very happy when he found out she was a heave sleeper. So heavy he could crawl under her bed, press on the matrice and she wouldn't even move.
Under the bed, Jimmy slid with a role of duct tape, a screwdriver, and a small container of red paint. He unscrewed four screws in the matrice frame. He removed the section and taped the bomb to the matrice. All the wires were red, some with small numbers written on it. He then replaced the section and partially screwed it back in. He took the four wires with the numbers and connected them carefully to the screws. Jimmy took a small paintbrush out of his pocket and painted over the numbers with the red paint. He finished screwing the screws in and crawled out from under the bed. He smiled at his handy work. He leaned over and kissed the sleeping child goodbye. This seems like such a waist of a perfectly good girl. Oh, how I wish I could play with you before you died. He walked out the front door and reactivated the alarm. Walked to his car and left the state.