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Chapter One: Out of Time
Chapter One: Out of Time
Warning: There is some mature material. Read at your own risk.
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It was as dark a night as they come, rain trickled down from above. The feet of a heavy set man caused the puddles to splash as he sprinted down the abandoned street. He breathed wildly while a look of terror filled his eyes. Periodically he glanced backwards. He turned left down an alley and stumbled along the wall. His left arm gripped his right should as blood trickled down his arm.
It was as dark a night as they come, rain trickled down from above. The feet of a heavy set man caused the puddles to splash as he sprinted down the abandoned street. He breathed wildly while a look of terror filled his eyes. Periodically he glanced backwards. He turned left down an alley and stumbled along the wall. His left arm gripped his right should as blood trickled down his arm.
Man: Holy shit! Holy shit! Hes gonna kill me! I'm really gonna die!
The silhoette of a large man appeared at the entrance of the alley. The figure fixed his tie and began to calmly walk towards the heavy set man who scrambled to get away. The man was looking back as he ran away and his chest crashed into a brick wall, a dead end. He was knocked backwards by the wall causing him to fall down into a puddle. He dragged himself up and sat against the brick wall. When he looked up the large man was standing over him.
Man: Come on you a**hole! The f*** did I do to you?!
The large man stood motionless as the heavy set man struggled to catch his breath.
Man: Please.....don't kill me......I'll give you money! You know what! Why don't you just go back to Maurice and tell him I'll have the money in a week! I promise! Just gimme some more f***in time dude!
The large man just smirked and fixed his leather gloves.
?????: Its always the same with you people. You get in some trouble. Someone hires me. Then we have this conversation. And always, always, you people ask for more time.
The man slowly reached into his jacket and removed a large silver plated pistol.
?????: And I always give the same answer.
The large man raised his arm pointing the gun at the heavy set man.
?????: Not my job.
His finger put pressure on the trigger.
Bang.
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A large hand came crashing down on the wireless phone. The large man clicked the call button.
Bang.
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A large hand came crashing down on the wireless phone. The large man clicked the call button.
?????: .....hello? Who is it?
A sexual female voice answered.
Alexis: Mornin' suger. Got another job for ya. Meet me at the Cineplex, 3:30 showing of Letters to Juliet. See ya there, Aiden.
Aiden: Letters to Juliet? Jesus.....ya, okay. See you then.
He clicked the end button and tossed the phone to the foot of his king sized bed. Aiden walked over to the curtains and threw them apart letting the sun flood his room with light. Aiden was a fair skinned man, muscular and fit. He had shaggy brown hair with deep green eyes.
Aiden made his way to the bathroom and showered. Another day, another job.
He opened the door to his wardrobe revealing a collection of Armani Exchange suits. Reaching in he pulled out a black one and got dressed.
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Aiden made his way to the bathroom and showered. Another day, another job.
He opened the door to his wardrobe revealing a collection of Armani Exchange suits. Reaching in he pulled out a black one and got dressed.
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Cashier: That'll be ten dollars sir. Thank you, and enjoy the movie.
Aiden reluctantly handed over the money with a sigh of dissatisfaction.
He entered the movie theater and scanned the seats. In the middle of the back row was a red haired woman with thick red lips and a body with the curves that every man dreamed of. Aiden walked up the steps and sat down next to the woman.
He entered the movie theater and scanned the seats. In the middle of the back row was a red haired woman with thick red lips and a body with the curves that every man dreamed of. Aiden walked up the steps and sat down next to the woman.
Aiden: Why the hell do you always have to pick these chick flicks.
Alexis: Heh....I just love to make you waste that 10 bucks to get in.
She reached into her blouse and pulled out an envelope.
Alexis: I think you'll like this one hot shot.
Aiden grabbed the envelope and placed it into his jacket pocket.
Aiden: I never do. Until next time.
Aiden stood up and as he left Alexis' hand grabbed onto his back pocket.
Alexis: Whoa, nice ass Aiden. Why don't you stay and watch the movie with me?
Aiden removed her hand from his pocket.
Aiden: Maybe some other time babe. See ya.
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Aiden sat in his black BMW as he opened the envelope.
He removed the photo of a white haired man, early fifties maybe. Sunglasses, a nice looking suit and a gold Rolex.
Name: Tony Geraldino
Address: 2020 Baldur Hills, New York, New York.
Thats all he ever got in the envelopes. A photo, a name, an address. There was no need for anything else.
Aiden drove directly to the airport and purchased an open ended ticket to John. F. Kennedy airport in New York. As soon as a he got a job, that became his only goal.
Seven hours later, he was in New York.
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The city that never sleeps. It was such a difficult city to work in. So many people being crammed into such a small area, it made finding a private area so hard. This guy Tony Geraldino was a big shot in little Italy. Obvious ties to the mafia, he loved to throw money around. Whether he threw around a little too much, or maybe pissed off the wrong guy, didn't really matter. He f***ed up, and now his time was out.
Aiden booked a room in a hotel that he used in downtown Manhattan. He had the room reserved year round, it was his base of operations for the northeast coast. A special arrangement with the hotel owner allowed his room to be kept off the map giving him free reign to do what he needed.
He bent down and removed a silver metallic suitcase from beneath the bed and sat it down on the comforter. Slowly he ran his fingers across the edge of the metal until they reached the locks. He clicked them open and lifted the top. A black satin fabric with two gun-like indentations held his tools. Two silver hand guns with his name engraved along the barrel. He closed the suitcase.
Aiden sat in his black BMW as he opened the envelope.
He removed the photo of a white haired man, early fifties maybe. Sunglasses, a nice looking suit and a gold Rolex.
Name: Tony Geraldino
Address: 2020 Baldur Hills, New York, New York.
Thats all he ever got in the envelopes. A photo, a name, an address. There was no need for anything else.
Aiden drove directly to the airport and purchased an open ended ticket to John. F. Kennedy airport in New York. As soon as a he got a job, that became his only goal.
Seven hours later, he was in New York.
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The city that never sleeps. It was such a difficult city to work in. So many people being crammed into such a small area, it made finding a private area so hard. This guy Tony Geraldino was a big shot in little Italy. Obvious ties to the mafia, he loved to throw money around. Whether he threw around a little too much, or maybe pissed off the wrong guy, didn't really matter. He f***ed up, and now his time was out.
Aiden booked a room in a hotel that he used in downtown Manhattan. He had the room reserved year round, it was his base of operations for the northeast coast. A special arrangement with the hotel owner allowed his room to be kept off the map giving him free reign to do what he needed.
He bent down and removed a silver metallic suitcase from beneath the bed and sat it down on the comforter. Slowly he ran his fingers across the edge of the metal until they reached the locks. He clicked them open and lifted the top. A black satin fabric with two gun-like indentations held his tools. Two silver hand guns with his name engraved along the barrel. He closed the suitcase.
Aiden: Soon.
He placed the suitcase beneath the bed and left the room. It wasn't time for the kill yet. There was a need to stalk the prey first. Learn their habits, where they go, when they do it, and especially when they're alone. It would take about a week for this process to be completed.
Aiden followed the man for the next seven days.
Aiden followed the man for the next seven days.
1. Always accompanied by two bodyguards. Equipped with one hand gun each.
2. Eats breakfast at cafe every morning.
3. On Thursdays he walks through park.
4. Friday nights goes out on town. Frequents strip clubs. *POSSIBLE*
5. Saturday stays at home. Inaccessable.
6. Sunday mornings. Goes to church. No body guards. *POSSIBLE*
Aiden looked over his list.
Aiden: I'd hate to kill him in the house of God......I guess it will be the strip clubs.
Aiden patiently waited for the next Friday to come around. He woke up in the morning and took a long shower. He put on a dark green suit with black pinstripes, it was his killing suit. A pair of dark sunglasses covered his eyes. And his tools. He opened the suit case and removed the twin set of revolvers. Giving them one last look over he put them in slots that were sewn into his suit. He was ready.
Patiently he followed the target. From dinner, to the bar, to the strip club. "The Naked Gun" a fitting name.
Inside the DJ was playing slow motion, and the girls were getting into it. Aiden say down at a table and removed his shades. A girl came over.
Patiently he followed the target. From dinner, to the bar, to the strip club. "The Naked Gun" a fitting name.
Inside the DJ was playing slow motion, and the girls were getting into it. Aiden say down at a table and removed his shades. A girl came over.
Savana: Hey there baby, I'm Savana. What could I get for ya tonight?
She had short blond hair that hung down too her neck and bright blue eyes. She was wearing almost nothing, a tight golden bikini that was clearly three sizes too small for her for her D sized chest. As Savana placed a coaster on the table she made sure to stick her chest close to Aiden's face.
Aiden: Savana, can you get me a scotch on the rocks?
Aiden smiled politely as he asked for the drink. She left and returned a minute later.
Savana: Here you go baby. Made it myself for you.
She winked flirtatiously.
Aiden handed her a fifty.
Aiden: Keep the change Savana. I want you to come back here in thirty minutes.Aiden handed her a fifty.
The girl on stage was rubbing against the poll. With her back to it she slowly got low to the floor and then leaned forward as she stood up, straddling the poll with her ass. She spun around and reached behind her back, removing the tiny piece of cloth that was holding her chest in place.
Aiden took a sip of his drink. His eyes were on the exposed tits, but his attention was on Tony. The target was being loud and obnoxious, taunting the girls from his seat. Aiden waited for his chance.
Thirty minutes had passed and Savana returned. Aiden rested another 50 on the table.
Aiden took a sip of his drink. His eyes were on the exposed tits, but his attention was on Tony. The target was being loud and obnoxious, taunting the girls from his seat. Aiden waited for his chance.
Thirty minutes had passed and Savana returned. Aiden rested another 50 on the table.
Aiden: Hey Savana darling. Come sit on my lap.
Savana giggled and complied to the request.
Savana: Sure thing baby. What else can I do for you.
Aiden slipped a twenty into the string of her thong.
Aiden: What can you tell me about that man over there?
Aiden motioned towards Tony.
Savana: Oh? I hope you don't bat for the other team baby. I'd love to take you into the back room heh. His names Tony, one of the regulars. Big spender, the girls love him.
Aiden took out another twenty and placed it in the front of her thong, making sure to brush against her ***** as he put it in.
Aiden: He must have a preferred girl if hes a regular. Whats her name?
Savana put her lips close to Aiden's ear and licked the lobe with her tongue.
Savana: Baby, I'm everyone's favorite. Big Tony included.
Aiden smirked. Perfect.
Aiden: Lets go to that back room for a little. I think I'd like to see a little more.
Savana got up and led Aiden by his hand to the private dance room. Closing the door behind them she genltly pushed him down on the couch and go on top, straddling him with her soft legs. In the corner of the room was a curtain leading to some sort of closet area. Perhaps for things the girls didn't want the boss to see.
Aiden ran his hand up her thighs as she rubbed herself against him.
Aiden ran his hand up her thighs as she rubbed herself against him.
Aiden: Tell me Savana, is there a camera in this room?
Savana bent over in front of him and looked back.
Savana: Not if you don't want there to be baby. For guys like you I can turn it off.
Aiden: That would be great.
Savana got up and flicked a switch, the cameras were off. Aiden reached into his pocket and removed five hundred dollar bills.
Aiden: Now Savana, I need you to do a favor for me. Come here and listen.
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Minutes later Savana sat down with Tony and began to flirt. She grabbed his hand and led him to the private dance room.
Minutes later Savana sat down with Tony and began to flirt. She grabbed his hand and led him to the private dance room.
Savana: Now you sit right there Tony Baby, I'm going to go get Diamond and give you a treat tonight.
Tony: Ah yeah baby! Two girls one Tony! Thats the was I f***in like it! Haha!
Savana left the room closing the door behind her.
Aiden sat in the shadows and slowly removed the twins from his suit jacket pocket. It was time. He threw open the curtain and pointed the guns at Tony.
Aiden sat in the shadows and slowly removed the twins from his suit jacket pocket. It was time. He threw open the curtain and pointed the guns at Tony.
Tony: The f***?! Who the hell are you?!
As Tony jumped up Aiden moved closer and jabbed Tony's chest with the muzzle of the gun, sending him back down to the couch.
Tony: Hey now, calm down, lets talk about this? Okay?
Aiden: There isn't anything to talk about. I'm sure you know that.
Tony Come on! You know, I almost got the money. I'll stop spending so much and I'll have it in a week, tops. No harm no foul right buddy?!
Aiden: Not my job Tony.
Aiden cocked the guns.
Tony: Heeeeelp!
Aiden pulled the triggers, twice each one after another. One shot to the right lung, one to the left, one to the heart and one to the head. Four vital locations, a guarunteed death. But that bastard had gotten off a scream. It was loud in the club, but not loud enough to mask the sound. Surely those two guards were standing outside the door.
Blood sputtered out of Tony's mouth as his head cocked back. Blood spilled out onto the couch from the bullet holes, he was already dead.
Fists pounded on the door.
Blood sputtered out of Tony's mouth as his head cocked back. Blood spilled out onto the couch from the bullet holes, he was already dead.
Fists pounded on the door.
Bodyguard: Boss! You okay in there boss?!
Aiden stepped away from the door and readied himself for the two guards.
Bodyguard: Boss we're coming in!
The door opened and the first one stepped in, gun drawn. Instantly Aiden's right gun's muzzle was pressed against his left temple.
Bang.
Brains splattered the wall of the room. Before the body had a chance to fall Aiden caught it and extended his arm between the body's arm and chest. The second guard fired off a few rounds that all found their way into the first bodyguard. Aiden responded by letting off one shot sending more brain onto a table behind the second guard. He fell backwards and crashed to the ground.
Aiden gently lowered the dead guard while keeping his gun pointed at the other. The patrons of the club were in full panic and began to run for the exits. Aiden calmly walked towards the door until he saw the bartender reaching beneath the bar and pulling out a shotgun. Aiden ran to the left and dove behind a table. The bartender pulled the trigger sending an explosion of metal that ripped through a chair. He pumped the gun and pulled again, the bullets ripped through the table as Aiden rolled past, narrowly dodging the shot. Aiden rolled to a knee and unloaded a string of shots, each one hitting their marks. The bartender fell back against the wall, shattering a few glasses as he collapsed.
Aiden made one last scan of the club. By now almost everyone was gone. Two dead bodyguards, one dead bartender and one dead target. It was a little messier than he was used to. This was why he hated working in New York City, it was never a clean kill. Savana was sitting in a corner shaking and crying at the sight of what had happened. Aiden had used her like the professional he was. He put the guns back into his suit jacket and casually walked over to her with a smile on his face. He pulled out a few more hundred and dropped them into her lap.
Bang.
Brains splattered the wall of the room. Before the body had a chance to fall Aiden caught it and extended his arm between the body's arm and chest. The second guard fired off a few rounds that all found their way into the first bodyguard. Aiden responded by letting off one shot sending more brain onto a table behind the second guard. He fell backwards and crashed to the ground.
Aiden gently lowered the dead guard while keeping his gun pointed at the other. The patrons of the club were in full panic and began to run for the exits. Aiden calmly walked towards the door until he saw the bartender reaching beneath the bar and pulling out a shotgun. Aiden ran to the left and dove behind a table. The bartender pulled the trigger sending an explosion of metal that ripped through a chair. He pumped the gun and pulled again, the bullets ripped through the table as Aiden rolled past, narrowly dodging the shot. Aiden rolled to a knee and unloaded a string of shots, each one hitting their marks. The bartender fell back against the wall, shattering a few glasses as he collapsed.
Aiden made one last scan of the club. By now almost everyone was gone. Two dead bodyguards, one dead bartender and one dead target. It was a little messier than he was used to. This was why he hated working in New York City, it was never a clean kill. Savana was sitting in a corner shaking and crying at the sight of what had happened. Aiden had used her like the professional he was. He put the guns back into his suit jacket and casually walked over to her with a smile on his face. He pulled out a few more hundred and dropped them into her lap.
Aiden: Thanks for the help darling.
He dropped the bills in her lap and winked before leaving the bar.
Aiden: Another day, another job.
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