Assassin StoryBy John Shand Just one hour to go. My last job, early retirement, not my idea. The doctors orders, a heart condition

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Assassin Story

By John Shand

Just one hour to go. My last job, early retirement, not my idea. The doctors orders, a heart condition. Angina he called it but I’m still thinking about the loose ends I have to tie up. A little girl helpless in the hands of that deranged lunatic. Victim number 8 I say to my self… victim number 8! Emmer Lawson aged 10, she will be abused and beat up if I don’t do anything about it. Emma Lawson aged 10, for all I know she could be dead already.

As I was half way to the lock up, where I herd they took her, it hit, hopefully it a wicked spot of indigestion, at least that is what I prayed for it to be. I stumbled to the side of the lock up and I heard Bruce Strongfield and Jason Logan; two of the dirtiest, lying thug’s you will ever meet. They were checking out the bosses new Jag. All I said to myself is that I better keep quiet, take them down fast.

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Like the speed of lighting I knocked the out with a heavy wrench. They dropped like a sack of potatoes. Five seconds after, and my heart was racing. I shouted to myself “Calm down, start breathing, give your heart time to slow down”. The pain was excruciating. I just had to think about the girl.

The doc’ said it would be like this, just take the pills. As the pills went down my throat and into my stomach the pain went and turned back to anger…No need to play it quiet, not anymore. “Breath steady old fella’” I ...

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