One Last Job

in #story6 years ago (edited)

12:19 am on the highway toward exit 8. I might have taken two other routes but the exit with my lucky number hanging overhead just three minutes away seemed too good of a good omen to pass by. Yeah, I know what you're gonna say. How am I such a succesful dark web assassin if Im a sucker for these stupid supertitions? Well I say, if you understood the human mind, you'd know self - belief and self - reliance go hand in hand in this game. And a little bit of luck might just decide the fate of your entire existence.

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So I parked around the place where the exit bridge ramps off and meets the city motorway allowing a little roped off area with a pit stop where drivers can check with their navigation which the best road was to take to their destination. The air was cool November crisp and the moonlight shone bright creating the perfect environment for a silent long-range rifle shot straight to the head.

I allowed a little breathing time, reflecting back on how Id gotten this assignment. It was an anonymous job, sure, but Id never before faced an encryption with such a tough firewall before. Hm, big money guys for sure. And the person they wanted out wasn't small fry either - the next president of the Human Trust bank - a polite individual, corrupt only in the right company. I understood from reading articles about him that there was no stopping this guy once he had made that chairman post.

I lit a cigarette and took two long drags before throwing it out. It helped me breathe steadier - yeah, denial, like superstition, doesn't take much rational-thinking.

I opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravel beside the road. Far away in the night I recognized a flash, instinctively drawn to the point where it flashed far away and right between my eyes at the same time. I noticed I was sweating although it was nearly chilly. I thought of the encryption - I thought of my last job - I thought about my father and how he would have loved to have seen my kid - before the world dissolved into a mush of liquid colors and, face down, I smelled the earth one last time.