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Never Trust A Man Who Wears Sunglasses At Night
Vlad was dressed in his usual outfit of black denim jeans,ú black silk
shirt and sunglasses even though it was 12:00 am, well after dark. He had
one thought on his mind, make the meeting on time. As he walked, he
recalled the circumstances leading up to his midnight stroll. He had been
contacted in the usual way. When he woke up that morning, he had seen a
yellow chalk mark across the road on an adjacent building. It would seem
someone had need of his specialized services. He certainly hoped so because
money was tight at the moment. The yellow mark meant that he had a
potential customer and should meet him/her in Central Park at 2:00 am. He
was already moving two hours early...always get to the meeting first.
Always be sure the area is safe. Always be sure its a customer you're
meeting and not the police. He made his way towards the meeting place,
stopping only twice. Once, to kick a stray cat he saw walking in front of
him. Once, to grab a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the hands of a wino,
take a few swallows and throw the bottle away. He finished his initial
search of Central Park and found nothing unusual. he completed his second
search of the area, again finding nothing out of the ordinary. Now the
waiting began. Vlad was experienced in waiting, one had to be in this
profession. exactly a black car rolls into the park. Punctual, Vlad
thought, a good sign. Vlad watched as two men emerged from the front seat.
Both men had large bulges under their arms. High caliber handguns Vlad
thought, very nice, very efficient, very professional. The two man walked
to the side of the car, one surveying the area, the other slowly opened the
rear passenger door. A tall man in an expensive suit, Brooks Brothers, if
Vlad wasn't mistaken, and Vlad rarely was. The man appeared calm as he
began his wait. At 2:15 Vlad emerged from his hiding place to "greet" his
visitors. No one heard him approach. When he appeared the two men reached
for their weapons, Vlad was faster. By the time the two men's hands were
just reaching into their jackets, Vlad had already drawn, and was aiming
his own revolver at them. Laughing, Vlad said "come on boys, no need for
those". Addressing the man in the well dressed suit, he said, "why don't
you ask your friends to take a walk? The well dressed man smiled, waved his
hand, dismissing his bodyguards and said, "they said you were the best"!
Vlad replied "that's what I'm paid for". "Ah yes speaking of being paid",
the man reached into his pocket for something, Vlad could barely restrain
himself from blowing the man away, but he thought that would be bad for
business.
The well dressed man's hand emerged from his jacket holding a fat,
white, unmarked envelope. He tossed the envelope. Vlad caught it deftly
in one hand, still keeping his gun trained on the man in front of him. Vlad
opened the envelope and saw two large bundles of hundred dollar bills.
Also included, was a scrap of paper with a name scribbled on it. The man
was watching Vlad intently, as Vlad seemed to ponder something. After a
few seconds pause, Vlad said "I accept". Upon hearing these two words the
well dressed man re©entered his car, waited for his bodyguards to rejoin
him and left. Vlad returned to his building, waited for the elevator and
went up to his apartment. Now that he had landed a job he had preparations
to begin. After unlocking his door, he replacing the thin piece of hair he
kept on the door to know if the door had been disturbed, he went to his
bedroom. Vlad looked at his watch, six hours until show time. He pried a
loose floor board up from under his bed, revealing a battered looking
briefcase. Vlad took hold of the briefcase, lifted it out of the floor and
replaced the board. After opening the case, he methodically checked and
cleaned the contents. Once he was satisfied that all was in order, he
repacked the case. Next, he went to his closet. He decided on a very
ordinary looking black blazer, matching pants, and of course, his trademark
sunglasses. Vlad smiled as the old adage "All dressed up and nowhere to
go" flashed through his mind. "Oh well", he exclaimed "no where to go", but
only for the next five hours. Vlad then fell asleep. Precisely two hours
later, Vlad awakened, tidied himself up, washed his face, dressed and left
his apartment. Three hours to go. Vlad hailed a cab and asked to be
dropped at the UN building. Upon his arrival, he found a rooftop from
which he could see the front lawn of the building, yet couldn't be seen
himself. Vlad re©opened his briefcase and assembled its contents. After
sitting this way for about three hours ( it seemed like more, but time
moves slowly even for a professional of his caliber ) he spotted his quarry
approaching. Five minutes later a car glided up to the driveway in front
of the building. A man Vlad recognized from the news, emerged from the car.
Vlad took aim........BANG!!! A loud explosion, a burst of red on a white
shirt, silence, then a flurry of action. People scattered about as everyone
at the scene reacted to the death of the Soviet Ambassador. The world
would be plunged into chaos by this act of terrorism. Vlad surveyed the
scene, smiled, left his sunglasses upon the ledge and carved one more notch
on the stalk of his sniper rifle. Vlad then returned home to enjoy his new
found wealth.
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