Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2013 15:35:05 GMT -5
The small thumping sound a knife made when it entered flesh filled his ears, and the loud clatter as a glass tipped over on the dinner table came next. The beverage spilled out, the amber liquid mixing with the red blood as they both pooled together. Drips sounded as the liquid dropped to the table, and Daniel took a step back for a moment. He waited for a few moments, waited until he saw the flow of blood start to slow. The target was dead, that much was certain. More than half his blood had left the small puncture hole in the right side of his neck. But Daniel always stuck around for a bit, to make sure that he did indeed do the deed he had been paid for.
Reaching into the pocket of his suit, he withdrew the note in the plastic baggie and tossed it into the pool of blood. Not a suicide note, but a warning note from the client. Mr. Traeger here had been a bad boy. He’d crossed the wrong people, and they wanted everyone to know that that couldn’t be allowed. Traeger’s flunkies would be here soon, and they would call in the cleaner to cover up the crime. Easy hundred grand for Daniel.
He was gone in an instant, the same as when he had arrived. Back at his own apartment, he walked over to the fridge and took a look inside. Playing eenie-meenie-miney-moe with two bottles in front of him, he finally grabbed the small bottle of skim chocolate milk and twisted the cap off. He took a few swigs and then reached for the blade he had done the deed with. The entire sheath came out of its pocket with a tug, and he tossed it into the sink. He would destroy it later, but in the meantime he didn’t want to drip blood all over the place.
Stripping pieces of the suit off as he walked toward the living room, he littered pieces of it on the couch as he sat in the recliner. The modified wetsuit was the perfect thing for his work. It ensured that he left no traces of himself at any crime scene, and the ceramic plating he’d put in place was all but bulletproof. It also had pockets sewn all over for different knives, his gun, small supplies he liked to keep on hand, and a large pocket for anything he may be ordered to retrieve. He wore it on all jobs that didn’t require him to blend in with the general public.
Taking another drink of the milk, he was about to lean back and see what was on TV when the cell phone on the table next to him rang. He set the remote on the table and picked it up.
”Hello? he answered in a flat, neutral voice.
Reaching into the pocket of his suit, he withdrew the note in the plastic baggie and tossed it into the pool of blood. Not a suicide note, but a warning note from the client. Mr. Traeger here had been a bad boy. He’d crossed the wrong people, and they wanted everyone to know that that couldn’t be allowed. Traeger’s flunkies would be here soon, and they would call in the cleaner to cover up the crime. Easy hundred grand for Daniel.
He was gone in an instant, the same as when he had arrived. Back at his own apartment, he walked over to the fridge and took a look inside. Playing eenie-meenie-miney-moe with two bottles in front of him, he finally grabbed the small bottle of skim chocolate milk and twisted the cap off. He took a few swigs and then reached for the blade he had done the deed with. The entire sheath came out of its pocket with a tug, and he tossed it into the sink. He would destroy it later, but in the meantime he didn’t want to drip blood all over the place.
Stripping pieces of the suit off as he walked toward the living room, he littered pieces of it on the couch as he sat in the recliner. The modified wetsuit was the perfect thing for his work. It ensured that he left no traces of himself at any crime scene, and the ceramic plating he’d put in place was all but bulletproof. It also had pockets sewn all over for different knives, his gun, small supplies he liked to keep on hand, and a large pocket for anything he may be ordered to retrieve. He wore it on all jobs that didn’t require him to blend in with the general public.
Taking another drink of the milk, he was about to lean back and see what was on TV when the cell phone on the table next to him rang. He set the remote on the table and picked it up.
”Hello? he answered in a flat, neutral voice.