I remain in dead silence. The warehouse is peaceful and soundless. I pick up my rifle and lean it against my knee.
As I kneel my ears become accustomed to the sounds that were mute about three minutes ago and know I can here them as if you were speaking to me. I can hear the infrequent cars drive pass on odd occasions and birds singing against the background of the torrential rain and the sound of it dripping out of the leaking gutters. Then I here another sound, a car, driving closer, much closer than the others. I see the blinding car lights through the windows like looking at the sun when it suddenly appears from behind a cloud. “The TIME is here, maybe the wait won’t be so long this time.” The sound of the engine comes to a halt as the car stops and the lights go out. Now it’s gone dead silent. Waiting waiting! Then I here footsteps coming closer to the door. “I need more time, those bright lights have ruined my night vision”. My heart is beating rapidly. I feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins. The door opens, and a man’ly figure appears, he steps inside and stands still. The silence is deafening. He stands there, but then turns and goes back out side. “Did he see me?” My eyes once again are just becoming accustomed to the darkness.
The door opens again. I grip my rifle, look through the scope, squeeze the trigger and the man hits the floor. Moments pass while I wait to see if there are any others. All seems to be clear, so I ready my knife jump out of the printer and carefully approach my victim. He’s dead, I drag him in and close the door. “What’s got into me? What’s happened to my skills? Am I getting to old for this game?” It’s not the man I needed to kill.
I take the body and drag him outside, chuck him in a skip at the side of the warehouse and moving as fast as I can get back inside, just in case the man I need to kill turns-up. I clear up the blood from the floor with some old rags I spotted near me, whilst thinking out my next move. My attention is drawn to the ceiling, I see pipes running across it and they cross right above the doorway. I climb on a box and reach up to the pipe, pulling my self up above the doorway. “It’s that waiting time again, no wonder I hate it!” I sit on the pipe facing the wall with my knife ready. A few minutes later another car arrives. I here foot steps coming, the door opens, I check the identity of my victim. And keeping my legs on the pipe I swing down. My head stops right behind his. And in a smooth movement my knife cuts his throat while my other hand covers any sound he might try to make. While holding his head with both my hands I can feel the warm liquid life flow from his body. The twitchy movement’s have stopped now, I let him go and he slump’s to the floor. I jump down off of the pipe take his handgun out of his pocket. Then silently approaching and sneaking a look outside I see there are two other men. They are chatting quietly and one of them is smoking. “I need to get away! There’s only one thing for it”. I shoot them quick, get into their Porsche 911 and drive off leaving the scene.
