Hush.

Hi,

So, this is not a blog, not an entry into the “competition”, is not even a post… This is just for you.

Other users in the website will see the post about a girl and the guy that is what the picture supposedly is about. Some might post comments on it… Believe me, it’s not the same post, that is a love story like so many others… the one you’re reading is more of a confession.

You were chosen at random to read this specific post, not by me, but by a system devised to infiltrate, hijack and plant this post into your account.

I am what you call a contract killer, a hitman, an assassin, and before your brain melts: No. NO ONE has a contract on you.

You might have noticed a small glitch, a second of static when your system came on-line or when you entered the website. That was it. Go on if you don’t believe me, shutdown and restart. You’ll see it, and, if after seeing, it you continue to read, well then, it’s on you.

Before you check that out let me be clear on one thing, I don’t care if you read this or not. Somebody else will get it if you sign off twice. Again, you are not specially targeted, there is no contract on you.

It’s random and this is your chance to stop reading, or, if you are curious, just go on.

I’ll wait.

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So there.

“Alea jacta est” as the Romans said.

Let me mark this point with a “CLICK”. No one else will read this specific post now. You own it. They’ll see the guy/girl thing. You have become unique, congrats!

By the way, I am not a real writer so give me some leeway.

As I was saying, choosing you to read this post was random, but, the process was not.

It began with a question and a bet, and I am making good on the bet by “Opening myself and my craft.” to a civilian.

The question was: How much would be the minimum needed to snuff out one life?

In the movies depending on whose life we are talking about, worth is measured from tens of thousands to millions.

It is a contract yes, a simple transaction, tit-for-tat. Money exchanges hands, evil guys plot, good guys counter plot and the hero saves the day. Straightforward and simple.

In reality and, I am sorry to burst your bubble, I have never seen any hero save the day…not once. That is pure Hollywood.

Back to the matter at hand, a contract is never, never, as easy as it is on the movies.

Allow me to explain my process, I hope I don’t bore you.

Within my profession there are a hundred things to consider when taking on a contract. We obviously need the WHO, and the WHEN is usually a window of time, but almost always with a set due date. Sometimes the HOW is really important, maybe more important than the WHEN. Clients need to cover their tracks, or to receive an inheritance or an insurance.

Too sticky a HOW and that becomes a motive. Motives lead to questions and questions might lead to my colleagues and myself.

We try to keep it quiet. Keep it simple, like It says in my profile.

So on the question about how much would be the minimum needed to snuff out one life? I made a bid of twenty thousand dollars and five days… and I was the lowest bidder so I “found” the twenty thousand and I am cataloging every expense on an open excel file for my peeps to peruse.

Why five days? You might ask. Why not a set date, why not in a month or year…

On day one I will receive the electronic signature that the mark has been chosen. I don’t know the particulars of how it is accomplished. I paid six thousand three hundred and nine dollars for the service, I actually believe the extra nine dollars was just so it wouldn’t be a round number, because well, what else would they be for? The hacker I work with uses the handle Carli7L3, at least with me. I picture him as a wiry guy, in an immaculate suit, working on a high rise, but he might be a four hundred pound guy on a garage.

On day two I will make travel arrangements, I have separated roughly seven thousand dollars for airfare, hotels and local transportation. It might be slightly more, I am hoping it is less so my overhead shrinks and I can make more of my set budget.

On Day three I will receive the surveillance and begin to assess the final place and form… By the way, surveillance begins on day one. That’s an extra thousand five hundred and nine…nine again, yes, same consultant.

On Day four I will either meet a local purveyor of my chosen tools. I have calculated from three to five thousand if outside the U.S. or, if in the U.S. about two thousand ( Yay 2nd amendment!).

That night I will rest. Rest is important. I have chosen Yoga and meditation to keep my mind uncluttered… I know you can appreciate that… No one wants a botched first try.

Cleanliness and expedited service are the sign of the professional.

Unless, of course, the client wants something different, then, well… You’ve seen them in the news, sloppy, careless, in-humane, usually caught after just a dozen contracts or so.

I am not like that. I don’t take pleasure in the act. It is my job. It pays for my family needs, health care, Christmas presents and vacations… I see myself as a specialized troubleshooter. I have taken on governments contracts too, I have (pardon the pun) killer credentials.

One day I hope to retire. Young too. My partner and I want to travel before the kids get too old.

By the way, the job is the job and I leave it at the office. There is no need for my family to share in the stress of my job. Happy partner, happy life! Nothing makes a partner happier than money to spend and day to day security.

Anyway, and that brings us to day five.

I will have a hearty breakfast, three eggs benedict with salmon, or maybe even a skillet. Until the deed is done I won’t eat anything else, which avoids the heaviness of eating, lingering smells and other biological needs.

That also puts me in a good mood. I am told I have happy eyes… the kind of eyes that let people know you’re smiling, even under a ski mask, and now that I am bragging a bit, you could say that I am a: happy to-the-point-of infuriating morning person… On the professional side I am also more scalpel than sword. I am efficient, recognized as such even among my circle of peers.

I have never, so far, left enough evidence to create suspicion, that’s why charge what I charge.

Anonymity is important for both clients and contractors, but, in this case it isn’t even a factor.

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Hi again!

Did you see the glitch now?

Man, Carli7L3 is really good.

Anyhow, as I was saying this time there is no contract and most variables were truly variable. With the exception of WHEN which was something I set as five days on the bet, and that has changed.

HOW is going to be as painless as possible. No mess, no after-the-fact questions, no pain… maybe a little surprise. An “Oh my! Was that real?!” or “Wait! I can pay you more than that!”

A couple of seconds. I won’t let it be longer than that, I promise.

WHEN has become tomorrow night at the latest. I still need the day for surveillance. So, there.

Why two days instead of five? Well, after that first CLICK (remember?) Carli7L3’s program sent me a name and location of the winner… (maybe not winner, and loser is too strong a word…) let’s say: the earner of the distinction to be chosen as bet winning mark.

As it turns out I am not going to be spending any money on tools of the trade, I will be using my own and I won’t spend any money on travel, airfare or hotel…

Don’t lift that eyebrow… if you don’t know by now the WHO, let’s just say that curiosity killed the cat.

See, as luck would have it we live 13.8 miles apart, I already Googled it.

Tomorrow, I’ll be that person that smiles at you with the eyes. Might be just in passing, but you’ll know who I am.

It will be a sincere smile, no malice about it. Please return it.

Don’t get angry! I didn’t trick you I told you from the get go that there is no contract on you. I prepared everything and left it to fate, you were the one that decided to seal the deal. I even gave you a way out and you didn’t take it.

There’s no way back….I already wrote your name and address in my little black book. With ink.

Oh, and my profile? I’m not that guy. Email him and he won’t have any idea of what you’re talking about.

I know you might think you don’t deserve what’s coming… but, hey, C’est la vie, Carpe diem and live as if your hours were counted, because…

See you tomorrow.