“This is going to be tricky,”
A pale greying middle aged woman in glasses sighs. “There are two openings. The first is directly after the meeting in the museum, that’s where we bring in the fake bodyguard.”
The lady points to a dark man in a vest and looks over her glasses “Hector, that’s you.”
Hector nods, not saying a word.
Hector aka silent violent is a taxi driver by day and boxes for fun, perfect for the job. He is extremely strong and can fix any little “problems” that may occur during the mission.
“The second opening where we can strike is just before his dinner back at his mansion. Jackson, can you please take over?”
The pale lady steps away from the white board and a young pimple covered teen with glasses and curly blonde hair stands up and carries on from his colleague.
“Yeah so I’ve been studying our guy for months now he follows an almost completely different route every day. The only other time apart from his scheduled meeting is when he heads home for tea. Now here's what we're gonna do…”.
Present day
Beep beep beep 5.15am
“Ahh”
a groggy clean cut Michael Rean groans. He had been dozing most of the night. in and out of sleep and nightmares. Mr Rean climbs out of bed slipping on a dressing gown and slippers. Jackson squats By the window and peers through binoculars into Michael's room “yeah, he's just hopped the shower”
The teen whispers into a walkie talkie. Hector stands by in a beautiful $305,000 V12 black and silver maybach s-class, Identical to the rest of the convoy’s fleet that waits outside.
“Ah yeah he’s just finished his breakfast. Hector stand by”
Hector grunts and Michael is out the door heading for the only car that's not black and silver.
“Clunk” Mr rean slams the land rover's door, the suv revs, the driver signals to the rest of the convoy that it's time to leave and they do. About half an hour later and Hector and the crew still have no idea where they are going. All they know is Hector is a american drug lord and they have been hired to kill him. They could be being led straight into a trap the only thing stopping them from pulling out was the million dollars each. Hector continued following the fleet, Finally they reached some sort of run down petrol station “Hector where are you?” Jackson asked in an urgent tone “Hector!”
Two men hop out of the silver s-class and hector hears their feet land on the cracked petrol station concrete. They are armed with heavy illegal guns and coming Hector's way. Hector swears and takes into his walkie talkie “s***! They found me Jackson! Micheal’s men found me! I need back up! Ja-”
Suddenly the car door is wrenched open and the men raise their guns. There is not a moment of hesitation on the men's menacing faces before they pull the trigger on their black AK47s. The automatic rifle penetrates Hector's skin over and over blood begins squirting and gushing out of the poor man's chest Hector's eyes roll back in his head and he falls slumping onto the bloody, gritty concrete only then do the men stop.
This is gruesome! I went back and put a capital T at the start of my comment, seeing as we're all about punctuation with this one. Good effort buddy!
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