xX... Hey, i'm at the library so just a short little chapter! CORRECTIONS: I cited York Theater Company where Assassins opened. I lie, it's Playwrights (spelt right for all you spelling peps) Horizons. Ok.. So, anyway, on with it! MY SPELL CHECK IS BROKEN. DAMN COMPUTER! AHHHH! ...xX

Will Rufkin sat looking out the window. He brushed the hair out of his eye and straightened his tie. He looked sternly at his reflection in the glass. The phone rang, Will got up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Will? It's me,"

"What's the deal?"

"You know the deal, just get through this service and we'll get you out of there,"

"I don't think i'll be able to handle all their questions,"

"You'll manage, for your sake you will,"

"You don't understand, these people like to butt into anyones business at all. ANYONES! And they have kids, that's a problem,"

"You'll live, listen, I'll call from a pay phone later,"

"Wait!"

Will heard a dial tone, exasperated he set the phone back on the reciever. He was sweating, he opened his medicine clip and took out a white pill, he downed it with whisky. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. One screw up, one simple screw up and the whole thing blows up.

Palm Beach Police Department is one of the nations worst. They haven't updated their lab equiptment in ten years, and that is why they just started the investigations on the murder of Summer Hathaway.

Now the main department building was crammed with officers running this way and that, screaming yelling, it was a mad house. But Jane Mulder came right through the front door like no body's business. She walked in, swinging her enormous hips, her tight black pants revealing too much for a woman of her stature, her blouse's buttons holding on for dear life as they tried to hold the blouse together on her huge body. She gripped her large, cream canvas handbag tightly. Officer Warren had her sit down. Officer Lane wasn't ready to speak with her.

"And I saw a sniper up in a building, talking on the phone, I thought it could be secret service,"

"What are you saying?" Officer Lane questioned the old man.

"The Presidents' husband was talking on the phone too..."

"Are you suggesting that Mr. Rufkin had his wife killled?" Officer Lane yelled, angrily.

Jane cold wait to no longer, she went to the door of the dull, grey waitness room and barged in, her shiny pistol in her hand. She pointed it at the old man.

"YOU ARE BETRAYING US! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she yelled, she shot three bullets into the head of the old man, brians and blood spilt all over the floor. Jane than pointed the gun at Officer Lane, her pudgy hand trembling. Officer Lane wimpered.

"SHUT UP!" She laughed and shot him twice, too. Angry cries echoed throughout the building. Jane heard shouts and footsteps.

"Crap," she muttered. She pointed the gun at her head, gulped and shot, one shot straight into her head. Her fat body collapsed and made the plain wood table do likewise.

"She shot herself!"

"Yeah,"

"You gotta be kidding me!"

"No, I wish I was, they identified her, they linked her to me!"

"Get off the fucking phone then! You wanna expose both of us!?"

"Right, I'll call later,"

"You better,"

The thing had bursted, right in his face. Right in his fucking face.

xX... Oh! Freaky, I freaked myself out. Read, review, enjoy! Thank you's next chapter! Love to all! make love not war! ...xX

ps- CANNOT FIND MY ASSASSINS LIBERETO! (sp?)