Once again he started reminiscing, He began once again to remember the deer slip away, he remembered the crystal brown eyes, and the agitation as it took one last breathe. He began to think about his other kills, his ex-wife was part of his death list, well in his eyes, she shouldn’t have cheated on him. Knocked her dead, cold as ice, but at close range using the very gun she bought him for Christmas, a single barrelled revolver pistol. His latest client was the second wife of Jean-Luc, president of Cambodia. She wanted to hurt him bad, real bad, only god knows what the reason. Suddenly he woke up to the sound of sirens, his most feared sonance. He instantly got up, peered through a hole and scanned the street below for any unusual policing activities, the sight was clear, not a fly in sight. He reached for his rifle and peered through the scope and looked into the minister’s window. He was gone. No one present…’Damn!’….for he knew his daydreaming had given in enough time for the Prime minister to leave his office. He peered again through his scope to double check for the prime ministers presence, and then a shadow on the office floor came into visibility, his heart began to race, for he was not sure whose shadow it was. He waited in deep anxiety and patience to find out who the shadow belonged to, and then a figure walked into sight, its back against him, once again he was not sure whether it was the minister, the anxiety was killing him inside, and his heart was doing sixty miles per hour, for he knew his money was on the line, the figure slowly turned around, it was the prime minister, the anxiety died out and his heart reduced its beating speed. He waited another five minutes to make sure the prime minister’s guest was not present. No one else to be seen, the prime minister was alone; it seemed he was now getting ready to leave as he had put his jacket on.
Show time. He got up and leaned the rifle barrel on the brickwork, the yellow glow of the high lamp lights glazed into his eyes, but his focus was well trained by now. He turned on the laser, and slowly positioned the gun, to make the laser point to the head, his hand on the trigger, was trembling almost like a leaf on a tree on a windy day, and then a small thud, followed by the cold crackle of glass. A single bullet, the size of a pea, whizzed through the thick fog filled air, smashed through the glass window and hit him in the head. A job well done, he continued to watch his body, the blood spilling over the crisp white tiled office floor, beautiful.
He packed up, taking special care of his surrounding, being seen acting strange would blow his cover. Picking up his cell phone, he dialled her number; it rang three times before she picked up,
“I take it its done then?” her voice, so smooth, so calm as though killing was a hobby.
“Piece of cake, so when will I get the…” He could not finish his sentence, it was as if she was psychic, she knew what he was going to ask.
“You will get it, as soon as I see you”.
She clicked off, and he continued to the stairs to make his exit. The building was deserted at this time at night, but the stairways had no cameras, no way to trace him to the killing. The street, too, was deserted, a few people and a few taxis. He jumped into one and gave instructions to the airport, his job was done here. Five minutes into the drive, he noticed a black SUV behind him that had been following since he departed, He felt concerned, images of handcuffs and prison began to fill his thoughts, his fear of getting was enough to make him wee himself. Just to make sure he had the taxi driver do a combination of turns that made no sense but the SUV followed each one. He asked to be let out and the taxi driver pulled over, he paid and left the taxi, walking further down the street he had noticed two men had left the SUV and followed him. He turned into a dark alley and waited, waiting for them to follow. Careful not to get caught, he brandished a revolver from his back pocket and anxiously waited for someone to turn into the alley. A tall man with dark hair and a dark suit entered, he was clearly a Police official.
“Put the gun down sir!"
“No, you put the gun down, I will not surrender”, He said confidently.
“I repeat, put the gun down sir, I will not ask again!”
“For sure you won’t”
He pulled his trigger and began to fire; the officer went down, conscious he was, griped onto his wound on the left leg, and his hand covered in red.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggggggghhhhh, you won’t get away with this!” He cried in agony.
The sigh on his face resembled what was going through his mind, he thought he’d got away, but it wasn’t over, unaware of what was on the other end of the alley, the other officer stood pointing a gun to the back of his head.
“Don’t move! I’ll fire, put your gun down now!”, the officer vigorously shouted, he did not want to get shot as well.
He had no option but to put the gun down,
The officer began to talk through his radio,
“Requesting back up immediately, we have one in custody, fellow officer is down, I repeat fellow officer is down, over”.