The next day dawned with a tense air lingering between Thomas and Michael. Their phone call the previous night had set in motion a chain of events they never imagined they would face.
Thomas paced nervously in his office, glancing at his phone every few minutes, waiting for Michael's call.
When the phone finally rang, Thomas answered swiftly. "Michael," he greeted, his voice tight with anxiety.
"Thomas, I've been thinking," Michael began, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of concern. "We can't afford to let everything slip away. We need to act decisively."
Thomas nodded, even though Michael couldn't see it. "I know," he replied, his mind racing with the implications of what they were about to do. "We can't let anyone find out about this."
Michael assured him, "I'll handle it personally. I know someone who can take care of things discreetly."
Thomas hesitated for a moment, then said firmly, "Just make sure it's clean, Michael. No mistakes."
"I understand," Michael replied, his tone resolute. "I'll ensure there's no trace back to us."
With a final exchange of assurances, they hung up, each consumed by their own thoughts.
Thomas leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as he contemplated the risks they were taking. Michael, on the other hand, wasted no time.
He immediately began reaching out to his contacts, searching for an assassin known for their meticulous work and ability to leave no evidence behind.
Days passed in a blur of tension and secrecy. Michael met with the assassin in a nondescript cafe, their conversation veiled in cryptic language and careful glances around the room.
The assassin, a shadowy figure with a reputation for handling sensitive matters, nodded silently as Michael outlined the job.
"I need this done quietly," Michael stressed, his voice barely above a whisper. "No mistakes, no loose ends."
The assassin simply nodded again, a faint smirk playing on their lips.
They had seen it all before - desperate men willing to pay any price to protect their secrets.
As the day of reckoning approached, Thomas and Michael exchanged only brief, coded messages.
They both knew that once the deed was done, there would be no turning back. Their fate was now in the hands of the assassin, a silent force moving through the shadows to secure their future.
On the appointed day, a news report flashed across the screen, detailing an unexpected turn of events that sent shockwaves through their community.
Thomas watched the report with a mix of relief and apprehension, knowing that their gamble had paid off - at least for now.
But deep down, both Thomas and Michael understood that their actions had set in motion a dangerous game, one where the stakes were higher than they had ever imagined.
As they looked toward an uncertain future, they knew that they could never truly escape the consequences of their choices.
"Michael set the plan to kill Mr. Welden and his family. He paid them, and they promised to execute the job without leaving a trace.
The next morning, the Welden family was at home after their morning prayers.
Mrs. Welden called Scott and sent him on an errand, and David went with him. Meanwhile, assassins arrived at their house with guns and their faces covered with masks.
Mrs. Welden was preparing breakfast in the kitchen when she heard someone stumble through the back door.
Thinking it was Scott and David returning, she went out to greet them, unaware of what awaited her. To her shock, she saw a tall, dark-skinned man dressed in black with his face covered by a mask, pointing a gun at her and saying..."
"Don't shout. Where is your husband?" she replied, "In the room." He sent one of his men to bring him out.
When he was brought out, they made a noise to draw the attention of the people around the neighborhood, so they had to keep things calm.
Mrs. Welden lay on the floor, pleading for their lives, while her husband knelt down, not knowing what they did to deserve such pain.
Scott's father asked, "What did I do wrong?"
"The land which you have refused to let go has brought you to an early grave," replied the assassin.
Mrs. Welden's eyes were soaked in tears, and her husband looked at his loving wife, weeping from her heart.
At this point, no amount of begging would save them.
Mrs. Welden was not weeping for herself but for her children, who would suffer for what they knew nothing about. The assassin took her away from her husband to the..."
"…to the kitchen, where she saw more masked men ransacking their home. The sight filled her with dread.
The leader of the assassins was with Mr. Welden in the living room, praying that Scott and David would not come home and fall victim to the chaos.
The leader of the assassins passed the order to kill Mrs. Welden, and she was stabbed three times with a kitchen knife.
Falling to the floor, she screamed aloud, crying out and calling her husband's name for the last time before she gave up the ghost.
The leader of the assassins was very cautious about executing their mission without leaving a trace.
Mr. Welden was still with them, and Scott and David had not yet returned from their errand. People in the neighborhood began noticing the commotion at the Welden house and called the cops because of the screaming.
The leader of the assassins knew they had to finish the job quickly. He forcefully demanded the land documents from Mr. Welden. After obtaining the documents, the assassin took out a gun and shot Mr. Welden in the forehead. Mr. Welden fell to the floor and lay lifeless. The assassins then fled, avoiding the cops.
As Scott and David approached their home, they saw people gathered around and were surprised by the crowd. They ran towards their house, only to find their parents dead on the floor.
Crying out in anguish, David and Scott were overwhelmed with emotion, wondering what their future would hold now.