Post by A on Jan 14, 2008 1:51:32 GMT -5
The smoke billowed up around his brow as he sat waiting in the van for the second job to be completed. His foot continued to tap against the floor beneath him a few inches from the gas pedal. Not that he was nervous. He could take someone out any day any time under any circumstance. Just that these past few jobs had been a bit on the strange side as far as he saw it. Not for who was being asked to be taken out, but rather by who.
He quickly raised his hand to his mouth, sliding the cigarette into his mouth and holding it there to free both of his hands. The cigarette still dangling from his mouth he reached over to the lap top seated on the passenger seat, bringing it to his lap in one quick motion. Opening the laptop, he looked down at the clock embedded in the dashboard of the car to check the time. 6: 26 was the time the clock read. Exhaling the thick cloud of smoke out of his nose he muttered under his breath.
4 more minutes to freedom.
His hands had already began to dance across the keyboard of the laptop in front of him, his eyes scanning back and forth endlessly as he awaited the screen he was looking for to appear. After a few more moments of his fingers readily dancing over the keyboard even more, a smile came upon his face just as he exhaled another giant cloud of smoke, removing the cigarette from it’s dangling position to rest in his hand. He stared at the screen as he seemed to relax a bit more knowing that things were going just as they had been planned to go. Once again he looked to the clock again. 6: 27. Almost time he thought. Almost time for phase 2 of this two part job to take place.
He turned quickly towards the house across the street. The upstairs part to be exact. He knew that the second target was inside of that room, fast asleep. And that in three minutes he would be receiving quite the rude awakening.
Instantly the cigarette was shoved back into his mouth again, his hands beginning to type once again and within seconds he saw even more good information for the morning. The glare of the already rising sun was bouncing off of the upper most corner of the laptop’s screen, forcing him to shift the screen just a bit to give himself a better look. Slumping himself down in the seat just a bit, he tilted his head as he looked into the rear view mirror smiling to himself.
Congratulations Mr. Alvarez. You are now 5 Million Dollars richer. And SOON to be 10 Million Dollars richer. In about…
Staring down at the clock once again, he could see it read 6: 28.
2 Minutes buddy, 2 minutes.
The smile was now uncontrollable by this time as he looked to the house again. That one window and room in particular again. He couldn’t wait and was becoming anxious to get things underway. Quickly the cigarette was removed from his mouth and placed in the ashtray in the dashboard before reaching down to start the engine on the van. Within seconds she was running and ready to vacate the premises. Shifting both hands to the keyboard again, his typing began for a final time, before only seconds later the laptop was almost slammed closed and tossed back into the passenger seat. Then his right hand found its way to the cigarette waiting in the ashtray, back to his mouth in a matter of seconds. He then reached for the cell phone nearby, dialing up the appropriate number and bringing it to his ear. Leaning back into the seat as much as he could, he relaxed as the phone on the other end began ringing. A brief glance at the clock in the dashboard and the clock still read 6: 28, but he knew in a few seconds showtime would truly begin. He then shifted his view back to the house across the street, his foot lightly pressing against the idle car as if his anxiety of the coming escape was building up anymore.
*Meanwhile*
*sigh*…What in the hell…Who’s calling this damn early…
The elderly man rolled over in his bed, hearing the constantly ringing phone almost blasting through his bedroom. The look on his face was that of anger and agitation as he found himself laying halfway flat on his abdomen and halfway on his side, staring at the vibrating phone seemingly wanting to jump from the base itself. He only shook his head as he looked back over his shoulder to his wife whom had also been awaken by the unexpected early morning call.
….Oh just answer it Harold….
She quickly raised her head up as much as she could and glanced at the time on the clock before going on. She could see he wasn’t too happy they were being disturbed this time of morning.
…Probably one of your detectives from that joint case or something…Just…Make it stop ringing….
Alright alright…Christ, you’d think the police chief could get at least a little fuckin’ rest…Shit…
Letting out a loud grunt, he stretched his body towards the nearby nightstand, extending his hand towards the ringing phone and picking it up from the base. Shifting his body once again, he found his body slowly lowering back onto the bed beneath him as he brought the receiver to his ear, letting out a long drawn out sigh before responding into the phone…
Marx is this you you fucker? I told you…
Instantly he was interrupted from the caller with…
Marx? Not quite buddy, not quite. But if the spelling was a bit different like say…M-A-R-K-S ? Then it could apply to me sir.
The police chief sat up in his bed a little, realizing he didn’t recognize the voice on the other end. He knew the voices of all of the detectives working on the top secret cases in several cities and this one didn’t match any of those. So with a look of concern on his face he responded again….
Alright Johnson…It’s too FUCKIN’ early to be makin’ prank calls ya’ bastard…What is it ya’ want now…I can still get another half hour of shut eye….
Just then the sounds of the alarm clock going off could be heard, another look of agitation coming across the police chiefs face as he reached for it as fast to silence it. Just as his arm extended towards it he could hear the words from the other end…
Welcome to…
He paused slightly, his hand seemingly suspended between the nightstand and the bed he and his wife shared. A look of confusion as he responded into the phone…
Welcome to what jackass…? Look goddamnit…
His final words almost hang in the air as his attention then is caught by the flashing text on the screen of the alarm clock…They looked…Strange…Something he’d never seen before as the phone was lowered from his ear to the bed. His eyebrow rose reading the letters and not numbers on the display screen….
H….E….L….L….Hell?....What in the…
Then…
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The explosion rocked the entire foundation of the house of the chief of the Los Angeles Police Department. The observing mercenary sent to do the job only watched on in delight as the flames rose from the top of the house by the second. The flying debris and pieces of the nearly destroyed home only more evidence of the magnitude of the bomb he had left behind for the now LATE Los Angeles Police Chief Nathaniel Patterson and his lovely wife. An instant moment of laugher could be heard throughout the van, as he reached down, shifting the car into drive before placing the cigarette into the ashtray in the dashboard once again. And within seconds the van was pulling away from the sidewalk, job done and all traces of evidence disintegrated into nothing by the explosion. Damn he was good at this. Too good.
Contract fulfilled.
He quickly raised his hand to his mouth, sliding the cigarette into his mouth and holding it there to free both of his hands. The cigarette still dangling from his mouth he reached over to the lap top seated on the passenger seat, bringing it to his lap in one quick motion. Opening the laptop, he looked down at the clock embedded in the dashboard of the car to check the time. 6: 26 was the time the clock read. Exhaling the thick cloud of smoke out of his nose he muttered under his breath.
4 more minutes to freedom.
His hands had already began to dance across the keyboard of the laptop in front of him, his eyes scanning back and forth endlessly as he awaited the screen he was looking for to appear. After a few more moments of his fingers readily dancing over the keyboard even more, a smile came upon his face just as he exhaled another giant cloud of smoke, removing the cigarette from it’s dangling position to rest in his hand. He stared at the screen as he seemed to relax a bit more knowing that things were going just as they had been planned to go. Once again he looked to the clock again. 6: 27. Almost time he thought. Almost time for phase 2 of this two part job to take place.
He turned quickly towards the house across the street. The upstairs part to be exact. He knew that the second target was inside of that room, fast asleep. And that in three minutes he would be receiving quite the rude awakening.
Instantly the cigarette was shoved back into his mouth again, his hands beginning to type once again and within seconds he saw even more good information for the morning. The glare of the already rising sun was bouncing off of the upper most corner of the laptop’s screen, forcing him to shift the screen just a bit to give himself a better look. Slumping himself down in the seat just a bit, he tilted his head as he looked into the rear view mirror smiling to himself.
Congratulations Mr. Alvarez. You are now 5 Million Dollars richer. And SOON to be 10 Million Dollars richer. In about…
Staring down at the clock once again, he could see it read 6: 28.
2 Minutes buddy, 2 minutes.
The smile was now uncontrollable by this time as he looked to the house again. That one window and room in particular again. He couldn’t wait and was becoming anxious to get things underway. Quickly the cigarette was removed from his mouth and placed in the ashtray in the dashboard before reaching down to start the engine on the van. Within seconds she was running and ready to vacate the premises. Shifting both hands to the keyboard again, his typing began for a final time, before only seconds later the laptop was almost slammed closed and tossed back into the passenger seat. Then his right hand found its way to the cigarette waiting in the ashtray, back to his mouth in a matter of seconds. He then reached for the cell phone nearby, dialing up the appropriate number and bringing it to his ear. Leaning back into the seat as much as he could, he relaxed as the phone on the other end began ringing. A brief glance at the clock in the dashboard and the clock still read 6: 28, but he knew in a few seconds showtime would truly begin. He then shifted his view back to the house across the street, his foot lightly pressing against the idle car as if his anxiety of the coming escape was building up anymore.
*Meanwhile*
*sigh*…What in the hell…Who’s calling this damn early…
The elderly man rolled over in his bed, hearing the constantly ringing phone almost blasting through his bedroom. The look on his face was that of anger and agitation as he found himself laying halfway flat on his abdomen and halfway on his side, staring at the vibrating phone seemingly wanting to jump from the base itself. He only shook his head as he looked back over his shoulder to his wife whom had also been awaken by the unexpected early morning call.
….Oh just answer it Harold….
She quickly raised her head up as much as she could and glanced at the time on the clock before going on. She could see he wasn’t too happy they were being disturbed this time of morning.
…Probably one of your detectives from that joint case or something…Just…Make it stop ringing….
Alright alright…Christ, you’d think the police chief could get at least a little fuckin’ rest…Shit…
Letting out a loud grunt, he stretched his body towards the nearby nightstand, extending his hand towards the ringing phone and picking it up from the base. Shifting his body once again, he found his body slowly lowering back onto the bed beneath him as he brought the receiver to his ear, letting out a long drawn out sigh before responding into the phone…
Marx is this you you fucker? I told you…
Instantly he was interrupted from the caller with…
Marx? Not quite buddy, not quite. But if the spelling was a bit different like say…M-A-R-K-S ? Then it could apply to me sir.
The police chief sat up in his bed a little, realizing he didn’t recognize the voice on the other end. He knew the voices of all of the detectives working on the top secret cases in several cities and this one didn’t match any of those. So with a look of concern on his face he responded again….
Alright Johnson…It’s too FUCKIN’ early to be makin’ prank calls ya’ bastard…What is it ya’ want now…I can still get another half hour of shut eye….
Just then the sounds of the alarm clock going off could be heard, another look of agitation coming across the police chiefs face as he reached for it as fast to silence it. Just as his arm extended towards it he could hear the words from the other end…
Welcome to…
He paused slightly, his hand seemingly suspended between the nightstand and the bed he and his wife shared. A look of confusion as he responded into the phone…
Welcome to what jackass…? Look goddamnit…
His final words almost hang in the air as his attention then is caught by the flashing text on the screen of the alarm clock…They looked…Strange…Something he’d never seen before as the phone was lowered from his ear to the bed. His eyebrow rose reading the letters and not numbers on the display screen….
H….E….L….L….Hell?....What in the…
Then…
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The explosion rocked the entire foundation of the house of the chief of the Los Angeles Police Department. The observing mercenary sent to do the job only watched on in delight as the flames rose from the top of the house by the second. The flying debris and pieces of the nearly destroyed home only more evidence of the magnitude of the bomb he had left behind for the now LATE Los Angeles Police Chief Nathaniel Patterson and his lovely wife. An instant moment of laugher could be heard throughout the van, as he reached down, shifting the car into drive before placing the cigarette into the ashtray in the dashboard once again. And within seconds the van was pulling away from the sidewalk, job done and all traces of evidence disintegrated into nothing by the explosion. Damn he was good at this. Too good.
Contract fulfilled.