Goodnight, Sleepyhead

The First Night

The First Night

We were dating for a few months at that time. She was working as a nurse at one of the hospitals in the city. She was always working till late night because she didn't have the heart to leave a sick person unattended. Everyone knew and loved her in the hospital.

I, on the other hand, had been part of a mercenary gang since I was a kid. We didn't have a specific role for "leader", but I was regarded as one. I worked my way up slowly, going through so much even as a child, and maybe this earned me the respect of my "seniors" and everyone else. I got enough clout that everyone would listen to my words and even seek my advice on certain issues. I earned a reputation as someone who would always get the job done. But the day I met her, I almost let my target slip away.

The circumstances under which I met her were quite odd. I had located my target for a job, a businessman who had stiffed quite a few contractors out of their pay after they had finished a building of his. He thought he could get away with it because of his power and status, but little did he know that someone would hire a contract killer to take him out.

I had bugged his car and found out that he was going to be at a local fancy restaurant. I watched him enter the building from my perch at the rooftop of the opposite building.

Heavy-built with a height of 5 foot 7 inches, suited up in a coat made of rich fabric, and wearing a rather expensive gold watch. And of course, he would pull up to the restaurant in a BMW driven by a chauffeur. Well, I guess I would live lavishly too if I made that much money.

My eyes narrowed as I peered through my binoculars. I'm not a fan of rich people, in case that wasn't clear. A thought crept into my head and I stood up carefully. I thought it would be amusing if I took him out in the alley next to the restaurant. That way he would know who was killing him.

I imagined his look of terror and my body shivered with excitement.

I rolled up my equipment in a dark blue duffel bag and hid it behind one of the huge silver vents on the roof. I can come back for it later. I exited through the door that leads down and took out a silver padlock. I swiftly swapped the locks so that no one would be able to go up there, even if they had a key. I'll be back shortly anyway.

My whole way down, I was going over the exact steps to execute my plan. By the time I realized, I had already reached the street. Good thing for autopilot mode huh?

I crossed the empty street lined with cars and gently pushed the doors open. The smell of rolls, wine, and lobster greeted me at the door, along with a cute brunette who seemed to be the hostess. Luckily, I was dressed semi decent for my stakeout, so my outfit of a black leather jacket and jeans wasn't an issue. My boots looked sharp though, so that was a plus.

I kept my eye on the target the whole time that I was being led to a table. The hostess, Anna, seated me at a table next to giant white vase with palm fronds in it. She left me with a menu and promise of fresh rolls and went back to her spot by the door. I moved a little to the side with the vase so that it could hide me from the target who was 5 tables away.

As my eyes studied his company, the sound of sniffles distracted me. I turned for a second, and at the cost of being seen, I peered over another vase beside my table to see a woman in a stunning black dress crying into her serviette.

I looked over at my target's table and saw that he was nowhere close to finishing his entrée, as he was so clearly trying to charm his young lady friend. His body language could not have been more obvious, and his date was definitely picking up on that because she was shyly giggling away. Poor thing.

Oh, what the hell. I got up and sat in the chair across from the weeping beauty. She looked up at me, sniffling and dabbing at the corner of your eyes.