Its midnight and I'm getting ready leave. My boss called
and I have a job to do. I wish I had a say in my job. It
doesn't even pay. The company chose me for this job
because I am the last one anyone ever suspects.
Apparently, I'm too kind and gentle-hearted to commit
I'm a murderer or rather an assassin. My boss tells me
who he wants dead and I get the job done. It's very
simple. The bad part of it is . . . everyone he orders to
kill, are innocent teens. I never understood why he wants
them gone . . . but i can't question him.
The company quarters are about seven miles from my house.
My car is black and I turned off all the lights. So now
The drive there is very quiet. All the while I was
thinking about who he wants dead. I'm not allowed to ask
questions. He just gives me a name and a description. I
find the person and then I kill them quickly. I have no
time to feel bad about it. I try my best to not get
attached to the victims, but sometimes they make it so
I arrive at the quarters at exactly twelve twenty five. I
have exactly fifteen minutes to make it there before I'm
late. I park my car in the garage and take out my card.
My card has my name, picture and information/job
The place is an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the
woods. Very appropriate to host meetings about murdering
As I entered, I showed the two guards at the door my card
and they escorted me into my boss's office. My boss is a
chubby short guy with a wasted face and gray eyes. He's
supposed to be dead, but he's in hiding. That's why he's
here in this old abandoned warehouse in the middle of the
"Zaq, you're here early," He said in his Irish accent. I
stay composed but I'm laughing on the inside.
Yes sir, I figured the sooner I got here the better,"
I said casually.
"Indeed. I have a job for you," He told me as he got up
and went to one of the filing cabinets behind his desk up
against the wall.
"There's a girl. Her uncle has caused me trouble. She
needs to disappear," He said.
"Alright," I sat down on one of the really old love seats
in front of the desk. He plopped down a neat looking
vanilla folder full of files.
"Her name is Dawn Leigh,"
"That's a pretty name," I said as I opened up the folder.
I looked at her photo for a couple moments memorizing her
features. Like the way her wavy hair falls over her
shoulders neatly and the way her brown eyes sparkled with
a huge smile.
"She's a very pretty person. Inside and out," He smiled a
cruel smile and I looked at all her information. From the
paper work, she seemed like the perfect girl.
"Yeah," I said.
"But remember, she needs to disappear. Make it fast Zaq,"
He said. I nodded and put the folder back on the desk. I
got up and left.
I have a feeling that this one is going to be the biggest
I don't think I can ever forget the photo of Dawn Leigh
in that folder.
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