The truth about most hits is that they’re incredibly boring. At the moment I’m two stories down, watching this Chicago mark, move around their penthouse. Besides the fact, that it’s god-awful cold. Watching a mark’s daily activity is worse than watching grass grow. Half the time all they do is move from refrigerator to phone ordering prostitutes, and I have better things I could be doing than watching people snort a mountain, and roll around with cat woman.
No seriously, dress up sex.
Not to say the expression on these women’s faces when they were presented with their evening attire wasn’t entertaining, but the novelty wears off around the fifth time. You’re probably wondering who the coke snorting, call girl magnet is, well it’s a judge and she is a mean bitch. Yeah not really ironic is it, being a high ranking official is drug abusing woman beater.
I’ve found through my line of work, the people who enforce the rules are usually the biggest offenders. Don’t believe me; remember how your parents told you not lie. Now, how old exactly where you when you found out that Santa clause and the tooth fairy weren’t real?
Anyway, after watching someone for days at a time, you get a feel for the type of person they are (more on that later). Now, you’re probably thinking if you’ve been watching them for days, why not shoot them and get it over with. Well there’s one problem with that thought process, I’m an assassin, not a hit man. People don’t pay me to leave a blood trail back to them; they pay me to make it look like an accident.
And the fact that this judge’s appetite for fast food is just as strong as her addiction to cocaine makes heart attack my number option.
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