Jorge approached the assassin, "You get him, Mark?"
"I never fail," Mark replied.
"Verification?" Jorge inquired.
Mark slapped a photo album on Jorge's desk. As Jorge sifted through the pictures, Mark grinned madly.
Jorge finally looked up, "Alright, then, my end of the deal," He handed Mark a black vinyl case.
Mark eagerly snatched it from Jorge's outstretched hand.
"See ya!"He said as he bolted for the bathroom.
Mark ran into the stall and locked the door.
His hands slipped over the onyx hard shell that sealed in his fortune. He grasped the silver, slippery lock and he fumbled for the key. The key jingled as he yanked it out of his pocket. He inserted the key and turned it. The lid clicked. He yanked the case open.