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Fear. Was this emotion I am feeling fear? Each hit in the past has never lead me to the feeling like this. This particular hit was an A list contract. All other Hitmen would die for this specific contract. I drove the truck down Bangader Highway speechless with Mick in the passenger seat. From the smell of his energy he was excited. He was too naïve to tell this hit is dangerous, and he may not return to his safe real fur blankets tonight.
As the truck cruised closer to the school of Duke my heart began to race. As an FBI agent I could not bring enough evidence against Vess to prosacute him. Feeling alone and unprepared I had some sort of doubt I would not be returning, alive.
As my usual detour I took a left hand turn on 3100 south and made my way up to Starbucks. My sixth senses needed to be at top notch in order to destroy Duke.
"So, what's the plan here tonight?" Mick said turning his body toward me. Uncomfortable with the silence I understood the corny conversation starter.
"Stay in the truck." I said grimly.
"Fuck that shit. I wanna do this. Vess said I get to do in with you."
"I am not leaving my life in your hands, maybe next time."
"You're the hitter, so that would make my life in your hands." I could sense his sense of humor.
"You can't even grasp how dangerous this hit is, why would I let a comedian and his jokes come?"
"What if you need back up?"
"What are you going to do shoot him with a racist joke?" Sarcasticly not joking around.
The snow crunched beneath my boots as I approached the gates. I carried a .45 semi automatic in my right hand. Also equipped with two .9mm in shoulder hostlers. And the famous cowboy revolver resting on each side of my hips for the guaranteed stand off.
The house was quite similar to Vess's, I didn't approach threw the garage or the student entrance I continued my journey to the back. A small hole hidden by dead rose bushes caught my attention. Uncomfortable but the only available entrance I have. An awkward jump to a sixty degree angle made it difficult to be silent, but not impossible with my height.
The man hole like a mini boots camp, challenging myself to travel in no space without being detected. With the back of the house being the safe spot for general to reside my journey would not be too far. His suite was in the first vent I came to. Sliding a razor between the metal and drywall; using my gun as torque to pry the vent off the structure it was built.
Duke lived his life well, his suit was twice as big and decorative as Vess's. A plasma television was mounted on the wall. Two leather couches occupying one corner of the room along with two lion sculpture tables. The carpet had been replaced with real fur of some animal with a brown mane and blonde highlights. The man had kept busy over the last few years only two contracts stood on the steel desk. One that read the name Robert Hansen. Never seeing eye to eye pyshical evidence a contract for the man I worked for. The one I was getting paid to protect. The contract was for Vess.
Appalled by the paper to slow the perpatraitor down I folded it and placed it in my pocket. A sudden movement in my periferal vision intrigued my attention and looked toward the object when a blunt object stroke me in my left temple. The floor that seemed so far away stopped my fall. It was hard and excruciating. Ignoring the pain I tried to climb to my feet I could not have the disadvantage of being lower than the attacker. Dizziness over came me, trying to balance my body to stay up right.
The attackers knees came rushing to my midsection; trying to bring my arm up to defend the blow, the sectors in my brain would not connect to my physical motions. Knocked off balance the furry ground became too familiar. The butt of the attackers of what appeared to be a nail gun came rushing to my head. It hit once. Then again. Blood escaping from my wounds; I could feel it roll down my forehead. I became temporally blind from the gore pouring itself into my eyes.
"I have heard many tales about you Domino." A deep heavy weight voice came from the tall shadow. "I don't know if I should be star struck or furious you would dare come into my home and try and attack me."
Darkness was coming quick; shaking it off with all the energy I had I began to crawl away from the man. "I guess I just have that affect on people."
I heard footsteps near my head, I could not see the man but I could sense his presence. "And where do you think your going." A settle jolting sound came from his gun as I felt something pierce the thin flesh on my right hand. Without control I let out a painful cry. The light of the moon began to dim and I lost conc ousness.