My Paradise

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My Paradise

It was about 7 o’clock in a dark back street of Prague. The light from the street lamps collided with the drizzle to create what looked like almost solid pillars. The drizzle was only light but enough to cause people to hunch over, shielding themselves from the rain. Having said this, not many people were out tonight, well at least not on this street. No one seemed to notice me standing in the porch of the doorway, everyone trudged past minding his or her own business. My fingers toyed with my mobile, waiting. I could feel the Walther P99 situated safely against my ribs; I hoped I didn’t have to use, it I hated using it.

I waited, patiently, taking in everything; watching for any suspicious activity, but as per usual there was none.

Bzzz

The silent vibration of my phone. I slid the phone open and read the message. A single solitary word: Now. I set off, pulling the collar of my overcoat higher to shield my neck from the draft. I could feel the cobbles, wet below my feet. I turned right walking briskly; I knew where I was going. Five minutes later I turned down the dark alley, my brisk walk slowed slightly, my body automatically adjusting to the change in light; no street lamps down here. A whole three seconds to adjust, I was getting slow, when I was my peak I would have adjusted instantly. I then remembered I had a job to do, another mistake, I would never have become unfocussed at to what I had to do. I put this to the back of my mind and carried on. No one was around as I continued to navigate my way around the back alleys of the city.

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I turned left and slowed drastically, but continued walking. About 6’5, broad shouldered, hefty giant of a man stood in my path: short black cropped hair, a small amount of stubble, high cheekbones; eyes set deep into his face so all I could see were black swirling pools of darkness. This frightened me for some reason. I then noticed his hand drag across his chest and he pulled something from inside his overcoat. I realised what it was. Bollocks. I tried to draw my gun. I had my hand on the grip. Too late. I saw the silenced gun recoil ...

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