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Michael "I did not ask for this
shit!" There was a silent pause on the phone, then Michael said
calmly "Relax and tell me what happened." John told Michael about
seeing Spiderhead come out of the hotel. Michael knew exactly how
important this was for John and he had to play it just right if he
wanted to keep John on the team. "John, do you know where he might
be?" John did not have a clue, that trail was cold. "Yes, I do." It
was a total bullshit lie, but he did not want to lose this
opportunity. "Okay, I will handle the client. I will give you two
days to deal with Spiderhead. Then it is back to work, do you
understand me?" This was John's chance to avenge Tommy and maybe
get some info about Chung. "I understand." He said.
     
    Michael hung up the phone in his office. He
was sitting at an old office style desk in a rundown room in an
abandoned building. There was a large metal gun case on his desk,
this was not something you could buy at a store, this was a work of
art only to be rivaled by the custom high-powered rifle in it.
Michael opened the gun case and stared at the rifle with the same
look a mother would look at a newborn baby. He ran his fingertips
over the rifle and smiled. Then the look on his face turned to
seriousness. "Shit." He threw a photo into the gun case and closed
it. The phone on his desk started to ring. Michael paused to look
at the phone and after a moment he looked back at the gun case and
picked it up by its handle. He let the phone continue to ring as he
walked out of the building.
     
    Michael drove across town to a park where
there was a small carnival going on. The carnival had Elephant
rides and a Ferris wheel as well as games and food vendors. Michael
went into a building across the street so he could get a better
view of the park. He took the elevator up to the 6th floor and he
picked the lock on a room facing the park. He went straight over to
the window and closed the curtains so that only a sliver of light
could be seen. Then he pulled out his rifle and assembled it. The
rifle was split into several pieces and each piece was a work of
art to look at. It took only seconds for the expert marksman to put
it together and then he mounted it up on a writing desk near the
window, he slid the muzzle just outside the window and looked
through the scope. He had a perfect view of the carnival in the
park. Michael placed the photo on the table next to him and took a
good long look at it. He glanced at his watch, it was almost time.
He looked through the scope again and leaned into it.
     
    Michael was scanning the carnival for his
client. There he was, an old man in his 70s wearing a dark blue
suit with a red tie. He was in the middle of the carnival buying a
Strawberry ice cream cone. The man started to walk away smiling
while taking a bite of the ice cream, then he stopped and looked
around. He had an uneasy feeling that something was wrong. All he
could see was a crowd of people laughing and having fun. He started
to walk and then he stopped again. A young girl about seven years
old was standing in front of him, she was staring at him, something
did not look right about the man. She started to scream. It seemed
like nobody turned to see what was wrong with the girl. Except for
the girls mother. "What's wrong with you?" her mother yelled at her
while she pulled on her arm. Then the mother looked at the old man.
Blood was dripping from his forehead, as she watched it started to
drip faster and faster. It was not until the mother started to
scream that the crowd turned to see what the commotion was about.
The old man's ice cream cone hit the ground at the same time as his
body did. One shot, one kill. That was just the way Michael liked
it.
     
    None of the people in the crowd had seen
anything. Michael had just killed a man in the middle of a crowded
park and he had gotten away with it. This was not his first kill
and it would not be his last. For the first few years Michael had
been keeping count of