The Job
Eight months, one week, four days, three hours, fifty-four minutes, and twenty-four seconds. That is how long it has been since the last job. Eight wonderful, peaceful months. Each day just as calm and quit as the last. My daily routine was simply really. 4:30 am, wake up. Run five miles, come back to the apartment, have breakfast. At 7 am go for a shower, arrive at the local coffee shop at 9 am. Enjoy two cups of coffee, read local Paper. At 12 noon, order lunch, the local favorite of grilled ham and cheese with buttered bread, and a third cup of coffee, eat. Take a nice stroll through the local running trails. At one point in time the hidden bodies would bother me, but they only calm my nerves now as I walk. And be back at the at the apartment by 3 pm. Prepared dinner, simple meat and veggie side dish. Clean all dishes. Clean the whole apartment from top to bottom. Take a shower and be in bed by 8 pm. Nothing every change. That is until today, upon getting home, a figure covered from head to toe in black tactical gear is waiting. I take a second to scan the area, as I grab the nearby vase and smash it into the intruder’s head. They draw a knife; I grab their wrist and use my elbow to snap their arm. Using my free hand, I catch the knife. Using all my strength I shove it into the left side of the attacker’s head. the Lifeless body now hits the floor. Opening my coat closet I pull out my silenced cult 45 and check the rest of the apartment. As I clear it the landline rings. Upon picking it up and placing it up to my ear, the snappy voice on the other end stated one thing, “we need you again, Silverstone.” And the line goes dead. I sigh heavily and set to work, five minutes later I head out. As I make my way north two blocks, an explosion can be heard. I turn back to glance and see the apartment complex has caught fire, I grin and head forward to the next job.
