“Need hit in Dallas, three weeks.” Lawbreaker wrote.
“We can accomplish Lawbreaker.” Nobu wrote back to the frequent flyer. They’d done five hits for the man or woman.
“Target is male, name, Michael Davisson. Must be public and messy. I’m sending itinerary.” Lawbreaker said.
“Price is $50,000, nonrefundable, to my account.” Nobu wrote.
“Acceptable. Important to be very public.” Lawbreaker said.
“Understood.” Nobu typed, rolling his eyes. Lawbreaker was a pain in the ass, this was the sixth hit, and he acted like Ima didn’t know what she was doing. Always repeating. Dhuuuuu he thought. Most of Lawbreaker’s targets had been political over the last few years. Lawbreaker had also gone through HitsRUs for one. So, the man was branching out, if it was a man. Nobu didn’t know if the man hired other assassins besides Imani. He is a busy fucker, Nobu thought, I’d hate to be on his shit list.
Then Nobu heard the chime and called up the itinerary for Michael Davisson. He then checked Ima’s account for the deposit. This deposit would be going into her Cayman Island account. Imani had several bank accounts all over the world. Her money was spread out and was in numbered accounts, no names were ever used. He smiled when he saw the money in her account. Nobu was paid twenty percent of each hit. He paid no rent and so his own finances were fat.
He heard another chime, this one from one of the other computers. He rolled his chair over and called up the screen, it was for the DispatchHatch site. He smiled. Many of their international hits came to this site. The one in Rome had come from this one.
“Hit required. Woman.” Dark Lord.
Nobu sniggered, some of the names these people came up with, he typed back.
“Is target pregnant?”
“Unknown.” Dark Lord.
“Find out.” He typed. Ima had no qualms about female targets, but she refused to kill pregnant women or children. That was her line in the sand. That was one reason for the non-refundable payments. She’d once gotten an assignment for a hit in Spain, the woman had been clearly pregnant. She of course didn’t follow through. The avatar, El Perro Frio, whom had hired her had been pissed, demanding his money back. Nobu had informed the Cold Dog, that he’d lied about the woman’s pregnancy and so forfeited the money.
The site clearly stated, no children and no pregnant women. Then Nobu had told him to fuck off. They’d put El Perro Frio in the never acquire category. Each of the sites clearly listed the parameters for hire. No children and no pregnant women. He didn’t know why the people didn’t read that, because he had to reiterate it over and over.
Most agreed to those terms, and when a woman was targeted, Nobu always asked the question of pregnancy. If it was unknown, he’d turn down the request until the avatar found out. For international hits, most ran $60,000 deposit. Some jobs when higher, depending on location and target. The more danger, the higher the price, or the higher the profile, the hire the price.
He got up and left the room. He checked the clock, she’d be on her flight home by now. It was a straight shot to Chicago. Going to the refrigerator he got a piece of leftover pizza. Going to the large window in the living room, he looked out over the city. He sighed, he could not imagine himself anywhere else. He loved his life and he loved his friend.
TWO
Haiden Barnett held the man’s mouth and jaw as he shoved the SOG Force’s six-inch blade into the base of the man’s skull. His peremptorily move was the surest method of dropping a man quietly and quickly. He gritted his teeth, the sound of blade on vertebra was like nails on a chalkboard. Just because he killed for a living didn’t mean it didn’t have its crummy points. This man was not his intended target, merely a poor collateral fool. It was expected however. He’d spent many hours in an effort to reconnoiter the location. He had needed a good reckoning of the large estate. He’d observed the guards, their rotation and their habits.
He let the body drop softly to the ground, guiding it down so the head didn’t make that dropping melon thump. Stepping past, he made his way into the back of the estate. His target was a male, six foot six, and was a fanatical swimmer. He could hear music and knew there were people at the pool. He’d have to hit and quite fast and get the hell out of there quick. He already had his exit strategy mapped out, he wouldn’t need to go close in to make the shot, his weapon was well capable at this distance.
He quite liked the area and thought perhaps he might purchase a small vacation property on one of the lakes. He was in upstate New York, and though it was early spring, and pretty damned chilly, it was still beautiful here. He stepped through a cluster of deep verdant trees and saw the Olympic sized pool, steam coming off of it.
Now that was nice! Warm water and cool air. He’d have to think about that as well. A pool would be nice. He stopped and pulled his Ruger precision rifle, he’d had a custom suppressor put on it. The weapon was lightweight and when in country, was his weapon of choice. He was a little over five hundred feet away from the pool. He saw several people bobbing around.
He took in the bodyguards and other assorted goons. This guy was well financed and guarded. A smile played over his lips. Well, not that well-guarded.
