The Threat

The Threat

"I want you to read this message very carefully and keep the secret with you until further notice. You do not need to know who I am or where I'm from until I find a place for us to meet." "I have been paid seven thousand in advance to terminate your life for reasons listed to me by my employer he, is one I believe you call a friend."

"I have followed you closely for one week and three days now, and I have concluded that you are innocent of the accusations." "Do not try to contact the police or FBI or try to send a copy of this to them because if you do, I will know and be forced to do what I have been paid to do."

"Now listen! I will arrange for us to meet face to face but, before that, I need the amount of $5000,00 and then you will have nothing to be afraid of. I will be coming to see you in your home or office to determine where you wish to meet, and do not set up any cameras or try to record the conversation."

"You will need to pay $5000,00. to the account that I have provided for you before we have our first meeting, then after you have made the first payment to the account, I will give you the tape that contains his request for me to terminate you,"

"Go fuck yourself; dieing doesn't scare me."

"Okey, you're leaving no choice but to kill you."

"Alright, my office address is 62 South Brawview st."

"I know where your office is. I will wait till you go hunting and do it so that you will die in silence."

"Happy hunting, mother fucker."

"So be it, your count down begins. I'm a professional killer and not afraid of the cops."

"Mister, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. I have a whole room full of second amendments; search Google to find out what that means."

"You leave me no choice, lady."

"I'm not afraid to meet God, are you?"

"Who told you that you were going to heaven?"

"I'm in the Lord's army and he is my general."

"LOL."

"I'm in the woods again, mister. Where the hell are you?" "What! No answer. So yeah! I didn't think so, you cowardly piece of shit. Pic a boo, I found you. Count down. Tic Toc, Tic Toc.

Cold brisk air froze her breath as Maranda stomped through the back door of the old rambling farmhouse that she shared with her brother, mumbling curses under her breath as she gathered the rest of the supplies she would need for her trip to find a no account rabid dog and put him out of his misery.

"What the hell is going on" Justin grumbled as he shuffled out of his room, lazily rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm going hunting," she snapped, reaching for the AK 47 hanging on the wall above the fireplace, "nobody threatens me," she said, snatching the black leather case containing the other weapons.

"Do you really believe that guy is out to kill you?" Justin said as he reached to pour a cup of coffee."

"Sit down for a minute," he said, gesturing to the worn-out straight-backed chair at the dining table. "Have some coffee with me," he said as he placed a cup on the table in front of her and proceeded to fill it with the steaming brew.

"It's neither here nor there," she said, waving her hand in the air, "but I guarantee you," she said while taking a cautious sip of the steaming coffee. "He will never try to extort money from what he believes is a helpless female again." "He threatened the wrong damn woman this time."

"Okey, you want me to come with you then?"

"No," she said. "I need to do this alone; besides, he won't be expecting a woman to come after his ass, so I'll have the element of surprise on my side."

Dawn was breaking over the treetops with streaks of vibrant colors chasing each other across the sky as she loaded the rest of her supplies in the back seat of her brother's black four-wheel-drive Toyota Tundra.

In exactly twenty-six hours, give or take a couple of hours for pit stops, she would be in San Luis, California, with enough time to scope out the perfect spot for a clear shot.