Garret crouched motionless on top an old building, his white mask pressed to his face, it was moulded so perfectly to his features it remained there with out any other means he looked down over the edge starring down into the entrance of an old run down pub, a haven for low lifes and those who did not wish to be found by there wives, Garret looked down as the small phone in the inside pocket of his trench coat vibrated, he pulled it out an flipped it open the message simply read Brasserie's Bar, midnight, man in brown trench coat, $50,000.
Garret looked down at the pub named Brasserie's that was the last reminder he would get about his current hit, all he had to do now was terminate the subject take a picture, send it as a replay and destroy the phone, these phones were supplied by the people who wanted the hit's completed, his organisation wasn't cheap, but they were reliable and untraceable in there method.
Garret pulled the old suite case that was laying next to him closer and unsnapped the hinges pulling out a pair of Black leather gloves and pulling them onto his hands, lifting the phone into view he saw the time had approached, turning back to face the entrance he say a man in a brown coat walking out whistling his merry tune staggering slightly from the alcohol he had consumed, the man stopped and fumbled with his phone and let out a load tut that echo'd around the deserted area "that bitch always nagging me to come home, I'll teach her good when I get home" he mocked a punch in the air and chuckled, Garret felt his eyes roll in bordom, another rich house wife paying to get rid of her abusive husband how mundane.
Garret leaped off the wall catching the ledge of the other building and ran to the other side and slide down the fire escape in front of the man who stopped looked shocked and laughed "boy you know it ain't Halloween for another month right?" Garret said nothing the mask shining in the light the single purple streak running down the right eye seemed to glow in the light of the street light.
Garret watched as the man's eye focused on the mask "w-wait you ain't one of those contractors are ya" in response Garret pulled out a single white rose and handed it to the man who took it his mouth open, this was the sign of his organisation, Garret himself saw this as a waste of time, but the service was "to give a hit with a dramatic ending so those who wronged you will know before they die that they are paying for there misdeeds", Garret personally thought this to be bullshit and a waste of time, but it's what people wanted and they paid for it.
The man looked at him then back at the flower "y-your that cursed contractor aren't ya, the one with no soul, the one that would kill a child if the price was good" the man looked down at the flower he was now crushing blood spilling from his hand were the thorns had pierced his hand. he dropped the flower and ran in a surprisingly straight line for a man who had drank so much Garret let out a sigh and took chase.
Garret was different from most men, faster, stronger but he had one extra trick one that made his services unique, one that made him truly untraceable Garret followed the man into a dark park the man making sharp turns trying to evade his chaser, but it would only prolong his death not stop it, Garret finally closed on him and not a moment to soon he grabbed him and slammed him to the floor in the distance was a small girl sitting on a bench her dirty blonde hair stuck to her cheeks her shoes on the bench next to her, her feet covered in mud, Garret let out a tut a protentioal lose end, slamming his right hand into the man's face he looked the man in the eye's as his own pupils started to glow red feeling a serge run from his core and down his arm the man started to shake violently as electric burnt threw his body and brain, when smoke came from the man's mouth Garret lifted his hand took a quick picture and sent it to his contractor, before placing the phone on the floor and sending a serge trew the wet floor melting the phone.
Garret stood and looked into the distance at the girl, he wasn't sure if she had seen the light show as he liked to call it but he had to make sure pulling off his mask he clipped it to the back of his now drenched trench coat on the small hooks designed to hold the mask, he walked over to the girl and sat next to her "aweful late for a young girl to be out alone, you know this isn;t a very nice town to be all alone in, especially not in the dark in the park" he said his voice slightly croaky but it sounded friendly enough, Garret looked at her his eye electric blue but no hint of the red in them "how about I walk you home, this isn't a nice area" if this fails I'll have to kill her, can't have loose ends he thourght to himself but he felt a tad odd about killing her like he was ment to meet her for sometthing more than just to kill her, which was odd becuase all he did was kill people and drink booze.
