In the Morning Part VIII
Posted: Thursday, October 14, 2010
by James Banner
The assailant was smart enough to cover his face so that he would not be easily recognized again. The disguise he was wearing was from a local Party city store near his safe house in Maryland. As he was speeding around the curb, he was disappointed that he had missed his target. "Rats," he said and started beating on the steering wheel as if he'd lost a million dollar bet. His anger was growing and knowing she was still alive made him jittery.
He pulled off his disguise, makeup, fake hair, shades, and beard. The car was stolen so if the plates were discovered, the authorities would find an empty stolen Mustang. He checked around the floor to make sure he left nothing behind. He burned the evidence that was placed in a black trash bag, but left the car as is because he was in a hurry.
His orders were to kill and never ask questions and he was determined to eliminate Celeste. He was already paid half of the payment $50,000. This would cover traveling costs and expenses that went toward the death of Celeste. He had a small 45 handgun that was lightweight in his left leg, and a pocket knife in his back. Both were mobile for quick access and availability. He had other weapons of choice but they were too noticeable. He walked with a slight limp on his left leg, indicating that he had an injury that was long-term.
His attire was general and unnoticeable; shoes were Addidas, a National's Baseball cap, with a fake wig that he wore to perform his dirty deeds. Once completed, he would celebrate with a trip to the Caribbean. He pulled out a Marlboro cigarette with his left hand, while reaching for his lighter with the right acting as if he were a normal Washingtonian walking down the street toward Southeast DC. He had a Trac phone with him to call his boss to give an update.
"Rabi, I haven't eliminated the target yet, but it's in the works. I have acquired a new plan but this one will have less eyes. I can assure you that she will be gone soon." He used the word Rabi as a code name to not identify who was on the other end. Code names and words were used to eliminate threats if the call was intercepted, which was impossible but they took every precaution. As cover, the assailant carried a newspaper and held the phone to his right ear facing the shops to attract less attention. While talking on the cell, he made his way to the metro to recoup and try again later.
"I gave you half of the gift and you come up short. You better make it happen and fast." Rabi hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. The risks involved when going outside of your own territory to have a hit done could come back to haunt you, he thought.
Rabi's eyes were bloodshot red, face had an expression of deep animosity, adrenaline flowing from limb to limb, and his mind was to preoccupied to think. I have to get another watchdog just in case. It's funny because hitmen are not trustworthy even when performing a hit.
Rabi dialed a number while sliding his Rolex watch, sparkling as the light shined upon it, just a tad bit up his forearm. "Tank, this is Rabi. I need your assistance. Call me back when you get this message." He was disappointed at the assailant. His actions were unfixable. It was too late.
Tank was a member of an elite group called the Spincters with Rabi as the leader. It was a black market name that many did not know of unless you were a part of it. It was considered a secret society type organization that moved like ghosts when a hit needed to be done right the first time. The Spincters had a tattoo branded on their forearm. It contained a bald eagle in the center about 3 inches long with an S' like symbol in the background.
"Yea boss, you called," Tank said with a huge coarse voice. Tank was a huge fellow with a big nose, wide eyes, slightly wrinkled forehead, broad shoulders, large biceps, and humungous legs. His legs looked as if he had been a UFC wrestler all his life. He was at the gym performing his weekly work out regimen.
"I need you to take of care of something for me. Meet me at the Hall in 30 minutes. I will brief you then," Rabi explained as he quickly got out of his chair, closed his cell phone, and headed to the Hall. The Hall is an alley that Rabi and the Spincters used for confidential business or if a quick briefing was needed. Usually at the Hall the hit was quick and painless. If the Hall wasn't used then the Cliff was used meaning usually there's more than 1 hit per target.
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Top-level comments on this article: (4 total)Good characterizations. I've just seen your response to my comment where you asked for editors. Sorry, James, can't do it this time - I've got too much of my own editing to do.Not a problem. I understand that to be a better writer is to learn from your own mistakes and try to lessen them in the future.
This was a fantastic piece of fiction! Thank you for contributing your creative energy to the forum!This energy vibe is here always. Writing is more of an art form to me. You can create anything you desire with the right words.
Your story continues to hold my interest and i am wanting to find out who wants Celeste dead.It's exciting to know that there are readers like you. I will do my best to keep that interest level up.
Kind of my type of books I used to read. Waiting for IX soon James. Guess it's gonna get real dirty this time............Part IX is available for your reading pleasure. I love horror and thriller type books. I just bought two books "Let Me In" and one by Mercedes Lackey. John Grisham and Stephen King are some of my fav authors.
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