Post by Jack O'Riley on Jul 4, 2009 14:13:14 GMT -6
The muffled sound of three shots fired in rapid succession goes undetected by the neighborhood. The professional has neatly carried out his assignment. Quickly but carefully, he checks the body to make sure there is no pulse and drags the body to a place in the apartment where it will not be easily detected. At the scene of the shooting, he drops a newspaper over the blood that has seeped into the carpet. He pockets the three empty cartridges that were ejected from the gun. Then, after a quick check of the apartment to make sure he leaves behind no incriminating evidence, he exits, locking the front door behind him. Resisting the urge to run, he strolls nonchalantly back to the theater parking lot and his waiting car. Safe inside, he immediately runs a rat-tail file down the barrel of the gun to change the ballistic markings. He checks the work clothes carefully for bloodstains. Finding none, he drops them into the charity box near the church as he drives back home, keeping the shoes he wore for disposal later.
He parks out back in a small alley behind the bar. He gets out and walks towards the back door, putting his cigarette out as he walks through the small office in the back and opens a small corner closet. He removes his leather jacket and is only now in an undershirt and boxers. He pulls on a pair of jeans he keeps at the bar and slides off his dirty sneakers for a pair of work boots. He heads into the main bar which is crowded, as tonight is the finals against Chelsea and Manchester United. He heads behind the bar and allows one of his employees to go on their break. This is his real domain, the place he feels the most comfortable. He moves down the bar with his signature smirk on his face and begins working the the crowd of guys requesting shots, it'll be a good group for tips tonight.
He parks out back in a small alley behind the bar. He gets out and walks towards the back door, putting his cigarette out as he walks through the small office in the back and opens a small corner closet. He removes his leather jacket and is only now in an undershirt and boxers. He pulls on a pair of jeans he keeps at the bar and slides off his dirty sneakers for a pair of work boots. He heads into the main bar which is crowded, as tonight is the finals against Chelsea and Manchester United. He heads behind the bar and allows one of his employees to go on their break. This is his real domain, the place he feels the most comfortable. He moves down the bar with his signature smirk on his face and begins working the the crowd of guys requesting shots, it'll be a good group for tips tonight.
