Life of a Hit Man!

<>The following is a book I am starting to write.... Well I guess I have been "starting to write it" for about a year and a half . (Pathetic... Yea?) Anyway here is what I have so far.

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A tall dark figure dressed in back clothes slips quietly out of his sleek black corvette. He looks at his watch, it reads 11:45 pm, and He then fits his 10mm Glock with a silencer. He has a job to do and do it he will. The dark figure moves quietly up the deserted drive way of a famous business mans home. He knows he will be paid handsomely for this job because his target (the business man) has been doing some things that are considered a “NO NO” by his competitors As he nears the house he stops to survey his surroundings, all is quiet and all the lights are out in the house except for one! The targets office, he was up working late at night with his TV on. “A good thing thought the dark figure” “He will not be able to hear me” He moved to the back side of the house and clipped the wires to the alarm, and then he went to the back door and began to pick the lock. As soon as he had picked the lock he carefully opened the door and pulled out his 10mm Glock. As he moved toward the mans office he pulled the slide back on his weapon which chambered a copper plated, hollow point round into the gun. He is now at the unsuspecting mans door, he reached with his left hand to open the door, while his gun was ready with his right hand. As he opened the door he noticed that the man was asleep “Well” he thought “he won’t have to hear this” He moved up behind the man and pressed the silencer against his neck and pulled the trigger. The only sound was the muted sound of a bullet being fired and the sickening thud of the bullet entering the mans brain. The victim’s body suddenly went stiff and then limp again and slumped onto his desk. The dark figure, his task done crept quietly out of the house, down the deserted drive way, and back to his car, and left.

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The next day a tall muscular clean shaven man dressed in a back suit got out of the all too familiar black Corvette and walked through the front doors of a Penthouse Lobby. From there he was escorted by the door man to apartment number 666 on the 18^th floor, and then was left by himself. He knocked on the door. It was opened by a distinguished looking man who appeared to be in his upper 40’s. The man said “Come in Bronson” “Have a seat”. Bronson walked slowly in and sat down in a lavish silk covered chair. Than the man began to speak as he paced back and forth in front of him. “So I hear from our most faithful news stations that our little “friend” has been taken care of.” “I want to thank you Bronson for doing it so swiftly” “Here is your pay with an extra tip for a job well done.” Bronson stood and took the envelope Stuffed with money, shook the man’s hand and left with out a word. When he got back to his car and started the rather long drive back to his apartment on the other side of town. He had plenty of time to think when the only noise was the droning of the car engine and the tires on the road. While driving his mind started to drift back to the past.

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