HITMAN
After several beeps, the phone is finally picked up. You quickly answer it, as if oblivious to the surrounding drunks at their tables. They won't remember the sound of your voice anyway. So what does it matter?
"I'm looking for a job."
"And you are?"
You think this over for a second. You can't give out your name of course..
"And why should I tell you?" You mutter.
"Wise choice." You can sense the smile in his voice.
"Now let's cut to the chase. You're looking for a mission. Am I correct? Now you see...Just to prove that you're not a cop. I want you to kill the man who gave you this number..."
He whispers, cruelly.
The line disconnects and you're left, standing stupidly, as if waiting for something to happen.
The man who had given you the number is sat at the bar.
You no longer have a choice. In your pocket holds a small vile of poison, just one drop can de-mobilize his heart.
This task, as evil as it may seem, you must perform.
How will you get the poison into his system?
"I'm looking for a job."
"And you are?"
You think this over for a second. You can't give out your name of course..
"And why should I tell you?" You mutter.
"Wise choice." You can sense the smile in his voice.
"Now let's cut to the chase. You're looking for a mission. Am I correct? Now you see...Just to prove that you're not a cop. I want you to kill the man who gave you this number..."
He whispers, cruelly.
The line disconnects and you're left, standing stupidly, as if waiting for something to happen.
The man who had given you the number is sat at the bar.
You no longer have a choice. In your pocket holds a small vile of poison, just one drop can de-mobilize his heart.
This task, as evil as it may seem, you must perform.
How will you get the poison into his system?