I love my job. I wouldn’t say it’s the best job in the world but it’s pretty damn fun, I’ll tell you that. I just love seeing all the people squirm around like little innocent ants, screaming for their lives when they see blood on the floor. It sends tingles down my spine, it’s a brand new feeling every single time. Without this job I would be nobody, I would probably be out sleeping on sidewalks, but instead I’m living the millionaire life and having fun doing it.

So, let me introduce myself. My name is Peter Gibson, I consider myself as simply a businessman. When I get a call I grab my suitcase and go put some work in. I’m twenty-seven years young and I’m living a life people would kill for, literally. I don’t have a wife or girlfriend, I’m married to the game and all I’m doing is playing it before it plays me, that’s just how my life works. I don’t have many friends, but I do have one that I just love so much, I consider him my brother and he considers me the same.

I’ve known him since the day I was born. Our parents were the best of friends, and so we have been together since the first day we were both put on this earth. We grew up together and practically live our lives together. We never left each others sides not even for one second. We protected each other from any problems we had at any time. We pretty much did and still do every single thing together, I take care of his little seven year old son when he goes out on business trips and while his wife is working. His son is one of the best things in my life, other than my job. Looking at his little son makes me want to have a son myself. I always play with him and buy him things as if he was my own flesh and blood.

I would do anything for my “brother” even if I have to save him from a bullet. He is the main thing I have in my life, he has helped me with anything that I needed help with. He has always had my back and I know he always will, no matter what. I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost him, he loves his son so much I would never want to see him leave his son.

So it all started with me getting a phone call from my boss to give me a few working hours, worth thousands.

“Hello?” I answered listening closely.

“I want you at the top floor of the building across the street from the bank and next door to the liquor store on Seventh Street and Harrison Boulevard. He’s on the last floor, do your job. He’s wearing a dark blue suit with a red tie. No evidence or anything, you hear?”

“Yes sir,” I said quickly walking to my closet to grab my suitcase.

I left my house as quickly as I could, looking like I was late to my interview. I walked two blocks down to my left. I walked on Seventh street and took a right on Harrison. The bank was right on the corner, so I cross the street to look for a building I can get up to. I got a good glance of the building I was going to go up to. It was about fifty floors up, perfect. I walked in the building as if I worked there for years, I figured no one would notice me since the building was so big. I got to the elevator, pushed the arrow up button and waited. When the doors opened I got in and pushed the button with the number fifty on it.

The top floor was the best room I’ve been in, I say it was the best office I’ve seen. It was small so that it would be hard for anyone to ever see where he was, and the best part is that it was dark. The dark is the reason why I’m still in this game.

I set my suitcase on a little wooden table, opened it and pulled out my fifty caliber with my special scope worth more then what you would ever make. I set it on the table to have the best steadiness. I then put my right eye on the cushion around the ring of the scope. I put my right index finger on the trigger, then started to look around the building. I started from left to right and moved to the right slowly. In my head all I was thinking was dark blue suit, red tie. As I watch every person go by I get more anxious of seeing the man. I passed most of the people on the top floor until I got to almost the last person. There he was, he looked innocent and scared as if he knew something was going to happen to him sooner or later.

I gripped my gun tighter and stared at him closely. I saw his red tie with faded diamonds on it. I double checked to see if he was wearing a dark blue suit, which he did. Having a perfect shot on him I took a deep breath aimed at the top of both his eyes and pulled the trigger

I saw him drop quicker then ever, and as he dropped so did the shattered glass. All the other people on the top floor screaming and running around like crazy, they didn’t know what to do. Other people went up to the man to see what had happened and to see if he was still alive. People started getting there phones to call the police so that’s when I knew I had to go. I put my fifty cal. back in my suitcase and took off.

As I went down the elevator all I had in my mind was the money I was going to

receive. I was thinking of what I was going to buy myself with that. The elevator doors opened and I see people running and screaming out to leave the building. I calmly walked pass the people running as if nothing had just happened. After I had walked a couple blocks away I decided to go to my “brothers” house to see how he and his family was doing

I got to his house and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and noticed my face right away.

“Hey, what are you doing here at this time of the day?”

“Just came to see how my favorite family was doing, I haven’t seen you guys in a while,” I said shaking his hand

“Come in, my wife is just about to cook some dinner, want some?”

“No, I’m fine. Where is your son at?” I asked hoping his son would run to me and jump to my hands.

“He’s sleeping right now, I could wake him up if you-”

“No its fine, let him get his rest”

We sat on the couch and watched the baseball game that was on

“So how is your job you never want to tell me about?” he asked looking at me straight in the eyes.

“Its not that I don’t want to tell you, its just that, I cant tell you. If I could tell you I would, but I’m not suppose to. But its really good, better then ever. How have your business trips been?”

“They’ve been good, good business. But I feel like I did something wrong while I

was out working, I have a bad feeling about it.”

“That’s good. But why? What did you do?”

“I don’t think I should talk about it,” he said tilting his head downward.

And that’s when I got the worst phone call of my life, it was my boss. He didn’t call me to fire me, he gave me a call to do my job.

“Hello?”

“This one is important. I don’t care when you do it but make sure it is done! His name is Mark Harold, he has a wife and a son. You will get a bonus for this one. You will get more information by mail, and when you get it I want it done A.S.A.P!”

My mouth dropped and my eyes opened wider then ever. I couldn’t believe what my boss had told me. The hairs on the back of my neck rose up, and goose bumps traveled from the side of my face down to both my arms. I looked at Mark and started shaking.

“My brother sir?” I whispered with a lot of fear

“I don’t care who it is, he fucked with me so now I’m fucking with him. And if you don’t do it I will have someone kill you, him, and his family!”

“Sir, please, no!”

“What’s wrong Pete?” my brother asked me worried. I started crying and reached for my right back pocket.

“Peter! What’s wrong!?”

I pulled out my pocket knife, looked my brother straight in the eyes. “I have to Mark”

“Have to what?” he asked grabbing me and hugging me

“If I don’t do this all of us will die!”

“Do what? What are you talking about?” I took my knife out and opened it behind my back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry mark, I love you!”