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through the city,
creeping toward the Five Points apartment complex along the bleak and
misnamed Elite Street. Steven had a car. He hadn't thought it
through, but Andy would have to sit in a tree or something to stake
out the building. In New England. In the winter.
    It wasn't exactly a
ghetto, but Elite Street wore it share of dilapidation. Several
buildings were boarded up and closed to future activity. Groups of
young tattooed men, few white people among them, chatted around in
loose, warm clothing. Gang bangers. Or so Andy could only assume. He
almost scolded himself on being too quick to judge. But he was an
assassin. He had to be quick on everything.
    Good killer, not
so good man, he thought.
    Steven pulled the
car up by the Five Star apartments, taking care to look inconspicuous
and empty. The car could not be left running so they had brought
blankets. Steven had to point this out to Andy, in a way crushing his
excitement about the car's heater.
    “You do this
often?” Andy asked with the first sign of humor he had allowed
to slip through to Steven.
    “Often
enough,” Steven answered.
    For a moment they
sat in silence, anticipating any change that could take place. Every
bit of movement or color attracted Andy's attention. Everything
seemed to be much more interesting than it was in reality. That
feeling dissolved as they waited in the dark, hoping it had not been
too late to catch her. The clock read only five in the evening.
Either way, they must wait. Hopefully they would catch her coming
home from her day of activities, but they would be patient until she
came back out if that's what they had to do. Andy sighed to himself
when he realized how restless the whole ordeal made him. Not often
did his assignments require this much care. He had even a few jobs
that were, “this is what he looks like, here's a gun, now go at
it.”
    “So this is
her brother's place?” Andy asked as the silence drug on.
    Steven nodded,
chewing on some gum he had brought. “One of these,” he
gestured.
    “What does he
do?” Andy continued.
    “Oh, well
he's a cop,” Steven answered. “One of the head
lieutenants of the LPD.”
    Andy nodded as he
leaned back in his seat and looked at the building, wondering which
of the doors they were waiting to see open.
    He felt the true
weight of his dedication when Steven shook him awake some time after.
    “Hey, stop
snoring,” Steven said, shaking the hitman's shoulder. “You're
making my thoughts too loud to hear.”
    “Has she come
out?” Andy asked, pulling himself back into the shape of the
seat and wiping away a trace bit of drool from his lips.
    Steven pursed his
own together and shook his head, displaying that even he became
impatient with the situation. Andy didn't know how much time had gone
by. Darkness swirled outside the car, so he hadn't slept the entire
night. In fact, it could have only been a few minutes. He had no idea
when he had fallen asleep. It was two in the morning now.
    “Is it
possible that she knows we're here?” Andy asked, putting all of
his tone to the task of making it sound like a hypothetical question
and not his immediate assumption.
    “No,”
Steven replied. Andy knew that that was the answer. Nothing provided
evidence behind that, only that he knew Steven to be a professional.
    Several hours
passed with Andy fighting a losing battle against unconsciousness.
Steven jostled methodically in his seat, shaking the car as they sat
in complete silence. The sun rose. Andy felt worn and much older than
he had the night before.
    Then Steven's
posture piqued Andy's interest, saving him from falling asleep again.
The data collector sat straight up, sitting on his knuckles and
holding his mouth open as if he was about to speak. Andy sat forward
as well and peered out the windshield at the Five Points.
    A door opened and a
woman slipped from behind it.
    “There she
is,” Steven whispered. It was no less exciting for him as it
was for Andy. He always loved