Typical day of a HITMAN

You decide that taking the elevator or the stairs would be too lame. You remember that you are a hit man and have a large host of skills. So you close your hotel door, you do a-bout turn and you look at the large window at the other side of the room. You begin to break into a sprint. The thuds of your feet hitting the floor are readily audible, you swept your arm down and pick up your brief case you begin to increase your pace towards the window. You pull your arm up and throw your briefcase at the window with a great velocity. The window shatters into very many pieces. As the glass hits the floor you can see the sun glitter through it. You continue to run and then you reach the window you throw your arms up and vault out the window. Suddenly you feel the wind from outside push against you, you are deaf by the sound of rushing air. Your suit is pushed up by the wind. You violently realize that you are about six stories up, and you are unable to slow your decent to the ground. You attempt to grab the ledges but it is futile. You continue to fall, 5th story, 4th story, 3rd story, 2nd story, SPLAT. You instantly die upon impact of the ground. The sounds of your bones are heard by pedestrians on the surrounding sidewalk. Your internal organs are punctured and crushed, your skull suffers a huge crack, and is broken in 34 places. Blood begins to soak your $5,000 carbon black suit, and spill out. Your brief case lands 10 feet away from you and is hit by a taxi. Surrounding pedestrians gasp in horror as the see your corpse soaked in blood. People eagerly begin to call the proper authorities. A near by traffic officer runs to the scene to discover a dead body. It takes the ambulance 8 minutes to arrive. Once the paramedics clean your corpse up, your body is taken to the morgue. An official inquiry into your death claims that you were committing suicide because of a substantial loss of money. But fails to explain how or show proper proof.