Today is 10 February my birthday,
A cold windy Saturday morning, I just turned 18, I am celebrating by attempting to kill someone but security is tight, the hotel is big.
A four star hotel downtown known for hosting such shady fellows.
I arrived before his convoy came through,
I stood at a corner waiting while his security detail poured out, men armed to the teeth everywhere in blue uniforms.
I had learnt a few things in my fleeting life including how to sneak up on a man from behind, gag him and knock him out.
I waited for my chance when only a driver was left in sight I struck with deadly precision arousing no suspicion I pulled him out of sight wore his uniform then placed my silenced Baretta 92, my Amt 1911 hardballer and my Uzi the tools of my trade which made my 18 year old hand a little wiery in my new outfit after inserting the silencer on the Uzi and tucking it away neatly.
I walked straight into the hotel through the giant front door all the way through the magnificent building in search of the meeting point I found him in the court yard wine glass in hand unaware of his fate discussing and sipping away as the clock tick tocked.
I pulled out my uzi in a way that would make even Uziel Gal proud of, with intent to empty an entire magazine of 32 rounds of ammo in him.
As my finger touched the trigger NEPA took light, my game progress was lost.
