As his victim drew up the driveway he could see that one of the cars headlights had been shattered and was now giving off a dull glow every two or three seconds. The car stopped. Then, out of the car stepped out a young woman with a briefcase over here head, shielding herself from the rain. The assassin stood unnerved at the front window, carefully studying her from head to toe. He could see that the slim lady with curly locks of blonde hair was hiding something, something that she would normally tell no-one, but the only person who she had told had just hired a hit-man to take here out for what she had done. Hurriedly, she ran to the front door to get out of the rain, not noticing the assassin standing at the window.
She stumbled into the house, soaking wet. A rush of warmth came over her. She was glad another day was over. All she had to look forward to was sitting in front of the T.V. and watching about other peoples lives that were worse than hers. The victim dropped here bags in the hallway and made here way into the sitting room where the assassin awaited her arrival. She tried the light switch …… nothing. Again she tried …… still nothing. She was about to turn around and walk out when a flash of lightning flooded the room with light. The victim saw a glimpse of the tall, muscular figure in the corner of the room. Straight away she fumbled out of the doorway, back towards the front door. There was a problem for her though. As part of her cautious nature she had set too many locks on the front door to open it quickly enough. She was helpless.
Suddenly panicking, she turned for the back door. She twisted the handle …… locked as well. At this point she new it was over, she knew this was the end but in her last efforts, she took a short run up at the door to break it down. Before she could complete her run she was already on the floor in a heap, her head in a bloody mess. The assassin had appeared in the doorway and at the precise moment shot his victim in the back of the head. All had turned to silence.
He turned away, replaced the gun in his pocket and calmly walked over to the back door. Out of his other pocket he took the key for the door, opened it and walked out as if nothing had ever happened. He left the woman to be found by her next visitor, if she ever had any. The assassin casually walked around the side of the house to reveal his car from under a tree branch and drove off, drinking a cup of cold coffee. Still as calm as when he first entered the house. The rain had now stopped. It was going to be a beautiful day.
