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You watch the Strip Club from a distance, observing every detail, every change of the weather, the traffic control, the pedestrians. In less than a minute you had already registered this, with no difficulties whatsoever. You now know that the sign of the Strip Club blinks every 5 minutes, from deep but bright purple, to black, at the speed of blinking, which you haven't done for about a minute. You never take your eyes off the targets.

You finally spot your desired target, he wears a white t-shirt, and black tracksuit pants, with a white stripe trailing down the sides, a red cap on his head facing fowards. He looks like a total idiot. But you pay this no mind. One thing you've learnt over the years, during your training, is, never judge your targets, underestimation will cause failure. You breath calmly, following his movements carefully. Then, with no regrets, no remorse, you pulled the trigger.


You smirk to yourself. 5,000 is enough on your part. The excitement of killing someone for others is what keeps you happy, it isn't easy to kill a victim. But it has to be done. Just another life, gone forever, the remains buried beneath the ground, another unimportant forgotten soul, just like how you have a piss and flush the toilet. It happens, it's done, nobody cares, everything goes, everybody dies, no matter what.

Do you call the woman now, or save it until later?

Later.