A lot of words have been spoken over the years as humans make their journey through this world, most of the words we hold dear are spoken by men of value and no one wants to know if they are wrong or right, because if it's old we call it wisdom, if it's spoken by many people we call it fact. The truth is, majority of these wise words as we know them are lies, lies told by important men to make them appear wise and poor people in time come to find sense in this nonsense. Poor men memories most of these words and say them often just to appear wise themselves.
I've been sitting close to my target in a closed bar, he is here with many of his men celebrating his promotion and he can't stop talking, giving advice on how to climb the ladder to the top, most of his men have been drinking for some time now and so was he. At this point, he was truly drunk but no one can tell him to stop for they are not truly friends, most of them are just here for the free beer.
Policemen don't often go out like this and when they do they never go to a place that can document their errors for the public to see which is why they always go to a closed bar like this, one without the cameras.
The men restroom is often quiet in bars like these and only a few persons are allowed inside at a time. The target is a very proud person and wouldn't want anyone to be around when he wants to use the restroom. He has taken over six bottles of beer and it is normal to take a piss for every person, I know it is just a matter of time before he gets up so I went there before him and sat inside one of the toilets waiting for him. He walked in twenty minutes later singing.
I walked out of the toilet and pretend to wash my hands in one of the sinks.
Hey you, Mr young man, you did not flush your toilet, you are a very dirty, filthy, and mannerless man.
Oh, did I not? I never noticed.
He may be drunk but he never lets his guard down unless he feels he is in total control. men like him love control which is why he ordered all his men out for privacy. I walked close to him and once again apologized, if I am to kill this guy it must be quiet and quick.
Are you a police young man?
No sir.
Do you know who I am? he asked.
I do not sir.
You must be punished... for taking home.
He is drunk to the extent he can't even make a complete sentence, I could perceive the smell of beer all over him. He started to vomit after, as he staggered toward one of the sinks, at this point he is vulnerable and this was the opportunity I was waiting for. I walked closer and stabbed him in the gut, just once but dip enough to be lethal. He didn't struggle for he was already weak. I sat him on one of the toilets and left him to bleed out. I like to think he will die peacefully compared with what he has done to some of the people I know.
I walked out of the bar as if nothing has happened. After some time I called the big boss.
Hello there, I thought you were never coming back.
I do keep my word, I believe you have my money, sir.
Why are you in a hurry? relax you just came back from God knows where. I will pay you until the job is done and not before.
But I thought we agreed 80% of the money will be paid upfront?
What if you die in the mission and the job is not complete, who is the one that loses money, you or me?
You are a snake. I'm starting to think this mission of yours is just another setup, you really want me dead don't you?
if I want you dead don't you think you would be dead by now? and besides, that is not my style. Now get the job done and get your money in full upon your safe arrival.
The job is already done, I am coming over to take my money and this time I hope there are no stories. I hung up and went straight for the big mansion.
I've never been confused like I am now, ordinary people commit crimes because of one problem or the other and most of the time they only seem to get involved in more problems as they try to get out of one, and if you look to the roots of all their problems, 99% at the time is money. They steal because they lake money to get what they want, they work more than twenty hours of the day but yet they never get enough, at the end money is the drive of them all but, for the rich man money is like alcohol and it is at their disposal, and with it comes friends and foes, traps too which makes it hard to navigate the world of wealth.
I've found myself in between two worlds and I can't tell which is safe the most for I must choose one and court ties with the other completely, blood counts for nothing on this new family and here, am already on a death roll awaiting when the man in black will finally show his face.
Standing here in front of this mansion in my usual dress code, it's beginning to feel like another world which I must distance myself from if anyone discovers I am rich now, am already a dead man, only in death I can be truly free for no one is allowed to retire, no one gets to live that long in this business, the lucky ones are the big boss and very few people and they too will be killed eventually and most of the time by people they knew and trust. from what I've learned anyone can be your dark angel with a double-sided axe.
I walked inside after a few minutes standing outside and as usual, there are many people at the entrance of the walkway gambling. Most of them knew the boy that came here the first day but now, I was someone they feared only by my appearance. no one knew it was me and they dare not ask. Level one and two hitmen never show their faces when summoned, that way they keep themselves safe. As expected, I walked past everyone and I could hear the silence as I walked pass. people fear what they don't know and that in this case is true.
The boss was already waiting for me and he was sitting at the far end of the hall.
I just received a call from a friend that the commissioner of police is dead and it was done by his own men when they went to celebrate his promotion in a closed bar. Was it your doing or you were just informed before I was?
He died just an hour ago or did your friend fail to tell you that.? I said.
How did you manage to pull that off?
I don't think I have to tell you how I did it, do you have my money, sir?
You don't have to be so aggressive and tense all the time, first, let's drink to your success.
I just killed a man, what is there to celebrate? All I want is the money.
You don't strike me as someone who kills for money, you are not poor no matter what you tell to make yourself feel better. He got up and walked to the small bar and poured in two glasses and handed me one.
You don't have to stand there like a statue if you think standing with your black hoodie will scare me, think again. I've seen a lot of people more dangerous than you so please sit. Money is not why you kill, at least not anymore, it's just what you want me to think and you think money justify your reason but you and I know these things for we are the same.
Stop, stop talking like you know me, and you and I are nothing alike.
That's where you are wrong, the difference is you have greater ambition and sad to say it will be your undoing, or your the conscience you manage to keep at bay, or this time is finally waking up and that has made you soft.
You are right in one thing, you and I are alike in many ways, and that is why I know you are trying to say something but you don't know how to, so do tell before I lose my patience.
I remind you there is nothing you can do while you are on this premises, but you are right, there is something I want to say but you have to drink and sit down.
Finally, you are intimidated. I sat down at the other end one the corner, we could barely see the expression on each other faces.
The Order is going bankrupt and this means a lot of people will lose their jobs.
You mean their heads. Now I see why are so nice to me, how long before they come for you?
That I believe is not relevant, I have to know what you know and at this point, knowledge is the only thing enough to keep me alive.
I thought knowing too much is why they would kill you?
They already want to kill many of us and if I knew something they never thought I could know then killing me is not a risk they would want to take.
And why would you think I know something you don't? I asked.
The investigator you killed, I know you are too curious to destroy that type of evidence and that is the reason I sent you and no one else.
You can't threaten the Order when you only know the man ahead of you.
The thing is, the man ahead of me is dead.