"A hitman with a service card decides to help an amateur with his killing, only to have to kill the amateur after he betrays his mentor and tries to take his buisness over."
Hank walks in the coffee shop and sits in the farthest available seats, right against the wall. He looks out the windows and a ladies voice speaks to him. "What can I get ya honey?,"says the waitress. Hank looks over with a serious look and then all of a sudden smiles replieing,"cup of coffee, black." "Anything else hun?",she answers."No.",Hank says endingly.
This is Hank's first time in this particular coffeshop on the corner of Bryce and Rogue St. He is staking out his competition one by one. He just recently had what was suppose to be a guranteed $25,000 bounty ripped out from right underneathe his feet. Another hitman took his job, an amateur. And that really pisses him off. Because he's the best in the city, everybody knows that. And that's his sales pitch."I'm the best there is, hire me", then hands his card to people that seem to be interested in his services.
A man in a dark overcoat walks in and sits at the bar, he's a young guy about the age of 25. He sits down and orders some breakfast. Hank is acting like he's reading the paper but he's watching the mans' every movement, trying to see if he's carrying or not. The young man prepays for his meal pulling out a wad of hundreds from his left coat pocket. The light from overhead reflects off his nice gold watch's face and hits Hank right in the eyes.
Hank stares at it and then looks back at the man with a selfish intention, he knows his bounty probably paid for that watch. That could have been his watch. Hank puts down the paper and his coffee and walks over sitting by the young man. The tv is on and a football game is playing. "So who you rootin for?", Hank says to the young man as he gazes up at the tv screen. "Nobody. I don't watch sports.", the young man replies back as he's focused on finishing his lunch.
"That's too bad, there's alot of money in knowing the winner", Hank says suspiciously. The man stops eating for a second and glances towards Hank. Hank just smiles looking directly at him and then turns back towards the screen. He lights up a ciggeratte and begins to order another coffee. The man hurries to finish the rest of his breakfast and then begins to leave the building. Hank follows closely behind. The young man walks down the alleyway with both hands in his pocket and Hank persues him. Hank yells at him,"Hey!Hey you, wait a second."
The man continues to walk. Hank decides to start running towards him as the man begins to speed up. Hank is getting closer and closer, the man is getting nervous, turns around and pulls out a silenced pistol. As he turns Hank has an even bigger pistol already pointing in his face. The young man begins to shake, and Hank is a bit nervous himself. The young man speaks and says,"who the fuck are you man?what do you want?" "I want what you want pal", Hank replies."What the fuck are you talkin about?", the young man asks.
"Don't play coy with me son",Hank demands."That guy you took care of last night, that was my bounty, not yours!", Hank yells."I didn't see your fuckin name on him", the young man exclaims."Now why don't you get out of my face,"he says. "Put down your pistol.", Hank says."You put down your fuckin pistol man.", demands the young man. Both are getting more serious about pulling the trigger, looking at one another in the eyes, they begin to start sweating and both end up lowering their weapons down slowly at the same time.
"Fuck!", the young man yells."Look",says Hank"I just want you to know, that this is my turf and I'm in charge of who the fuck and what the fuck happens around here. So back the fuck off!" The young man looks at him surprised. Hank begins to turn around and walk away. "Hey wait a second man!", the young man yells."Hey aren't you Hank?" Hank stops for a brief second and then continues to keep walking. The young man puts his gun away and begins to chase Hank. He walks ahead of Hank and takes another look at his face. "Holy shit!", the young man says. "It is you.", "You're fucking Hank Childress. Wow! You do exist!", the young man says excitedly.
"Your the best their was, everybody who's anybody knows about you. Everbody thinks your dead.",the young man says to Hank. "Good,"says Hank."That's what I want them to think." The young man looks at him with a weird look and says,"why's that?" "Because Hank I make more money that way." "Because people think your dead?",the young replies."No, because you can make more money when people think you're out of the equation.""People?",exclaims the kid."Ohhh, I get it.", continues the young kid."I think."
Hank stops for a second, looks at the kid with a stupid look shakes his head and continues to walk saying,"damn your a smart one", smart assingly. Hank walks to his car parked on the side of the street opens up the door and gets inside."Hey wait a second!",says the kid. Hank gives him 1 second of his time."What?",says Hank. The kid just stands there looking at Hank but can't quite get out what he was going to say. Hank turns his head away and begins to start up his car and put it in drive."Teach me!", yells the kid. Something in Hanks' mind clicks and he leaves the car in park. Hank turns towards the kid,"teach you what?", says Hank."Teach me how to kill like you do, teach me how to be better.",says the kid.
Hanks thinks for a second and says,"nah, there's no hope for you son."after looking him over again."Good luck and stay the fuck off my turf.",Hank responds. He puts the car in drive and begins to pull off. The kid walks out in the middle of the street watching Hank ride off, Hank sees him throught the review mirror and slows the car down to a complete stop. He throws a card out the window and the kid walks forward and picks it up.
Hank
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| Last update: 14-02-2010 08:26 |
| Published in : Gangster |
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