The Assassins A man, who is about thirty years old, was sitting at an almost empty bar. The man looked out of place for he was wearing the most expensive garments and gears. His silk tie and shirt, jet black jacket

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The Assassins

A man, who is about thirty years old, was sitting at an almost empty bar. The man looked out of place for he was wearing the most expensive garments and gears. His silk tie and shirt, jet black jacket, and his Rolex watch all gleamed with riches. Normally he would have gone for a bottle of vodka but since he had a job to do, two pints of beer should do for him. He examined the pub for any signs of threat to his mission. There were three office workers-who just seemed to have come from work-three tables away. The bartender was decontaminating the bar from cigarette remains, spillages of alcohol and foods that the consumers…it would be better left to your imagination. There was also an old man muttering in the corner. Probably talking about how people these days treat old people like dirt and how he served his country by joining the army for five years.

The door the pub opened and the rich man’s head turned simultaneously. Two businessmen entered. They also looked rich but lacked the cold charisma and good looks that the rich man had. Before they could even sit down on a chair, the rich man made two flickering movements and both businessmen crumpled. The quiet atmosphere of the pub suddenly turned silent. The others were surprised to find knives stuck in their throats. The rich man, newly known as murderer, casually put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a silencer gun and put a bullet in each of the three office workers. The murderer made his next move by grabbing the hand of the bartender, who bravely attempted to sneak behind him and smash an empty bottle on his head. Most unfortunately the action of the bartender resulted in broken wrist and a broken neck. The last man standing was the old man. He was in the corner, crouching and shaking.

The killer, who didn’t even seem to be out of breath, walked towards the old man and asked almost fondly “How old are you?”

“Ninety four…” the old man replied pleadingly, hoping that this man had a drop of mercy left in him.

“Well you lived long enough.” The killer concluded and he thrusted his knife into the old man’s heart. The old man was panting and yet he couldn’t scream for he was more occupied with breathing. As he was inhaling and exhaling, he watched the killer placing a bomb in the middle of the pub and walked towards the back door and out of sight.

The bomb exploded ten seconds later with tremendous force and just nanosecond before being ripped into pieces, the old man thought, ‘What kind of man would do this?’

The murderer of seven people entered his penthouse on an inhabited island. He tossed his jacket onto the floor, loosened his tie, sat on a leather arm chair and turned the plasma TV on. A news lady appeared from the screen, hypothesising what caused the death of the seven people in the pub. Their death was put down to a gas leak, which is supposedly what caused the explosion. Feeling reassured that he was not seen from the scene of the crime he got himself a glass of martini and turned to channel four. Unexpectedly, the TV screen suddenly became blank and a mechanical voice said,  “Good afternoon Archilles.”

“Great now I can’t even enjoy the life’s simplest form of entertainment.”

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“That can wait. I have another assignment for you but I must ask you this!” the voice lost some of its unemotional quality, “What were you thinking, killing every single person in that pub and screw it up even more buy blowing the place up?”

“Look! I couldn’t leave any…”

“Evidence?” the voice completed his sentence, “By killing everyone there and blowing the place up, you left a bigger evidence and trail to us. We are not without enemies you know!”

It was quite amazing how the prime minister was able to talk about these worrying facts in such a ...

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