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I was limping by the time I got to the parking lot, but I didn’t let it slow me down.
There’s a car waiting for me. By the time they start searching the place, I will be long gone.
That had been the third job I’d had since coming back to the States. Previously, I had been in France, Tokyo, and Germany for the last two years completing jobs.
I enjoyed the time spent traveling, but as I looked up at the night sky, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that I had finally made it back home after so long.
The limp became less of an issue as I crossed the grounds. I made sure to stay in the shadows as people rushed around the perimeter of the property. The thuds of their booted footsteps filling the night air.
No one had sounded the alarm yet. He may have been found, along with his mistress, but my guess was that they didn’t want to alarm the over three hundred guests that were packed in the house.
That would be just a bad PR move.
The car was parked inconspicuously by the exit of the lot, giving me a perfect getaway. I looked around at the various other vehicles, making sure none of them had any witnesses. I caught one on the other side rocking as two people inside got it on, but they were far too busy with themselves to bother with me.
I let out a chuckle under my breath as I slipped into the car.A job well done.In and out without so much as a double take. The jobs in the States seemed to be much easier than what I had been handling in other countries.
Or so I thought until the cold barrel of a gun was pushed to the back of my head. My entire body froze, thinking of all the ways I could disarm the person. My eyes shot to the rearview mirror, but all I saw was a shadow.
“Getting sloppy.” The gruff voice of my handler came from the back.
Instead of relief, violent anger filled me.
Without responding to him, I checked for the keys, opening the visors and the small compartment between the seats.
“Looking for these?” he asked, his gloved hand reaching from the back seat and into my line of vision. The car keys sparkled in his hand.
Finally, I turned to look at him.
Rolf, last name unknown even after all the years I had worked with him.
His face was wrinkled but his eyes were sharp. He was dressed in all black and melted into the darkness of the back seat. His blue eyes dug into mine, the emotion in them clear.
He was enjoying one-upping me. He always did. Liked to remind me that no matter how good I was at my job, he was better.
Sirens echoed around the place, cutting whatever time we had left in half.
I reached for the keys, but he jerked his hand away at the last moment.
“What do you want?” I spat.
His laugh filled the small space.
If there wasn’t a gun to my head, I would have finally made good on my promise to kill him after all these years. He thought that I had come to care for him in the years we were together and that it saved him from my wrath.
But he was wrong.
I could care for someone and still kill them. One day, he would be my proof.
“I have a job for you.”
“I have to finish this one first,” I reminded him. “Now give me the keys.”
He slapped the keys into my hand but pushed the gun against my head as a reminder to not fuck this up.
“Then you better hurry,” he said. “’Cause this one starts tonight.”
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