Hitman's Life

I remember my first kill; the rush of adrenaline pumping through my body, every muscle bursting with heat. As I pulled the trigger of my 9mm and watched the bullet soar towards the opposite side of the room nesting in the victim’s neck I felt nothing; No sorrow for taking a life and no Joy for the thousands I had just made. One shot kill, just how I was trained. That was the easy part; the hard part is getting away with it. Retracing my steps I cleaned everything I touched and when I got outside I walked at a steady but quick pace and got into my car, not an expensive car but not a tin can either, just right as to fit in with the neighbourhood. Back to the hotel and onto the next step, clean my weapons and make sure they are in working order; one wrong shot could cost my own life. I had my tickets and my guns packed, all that was left was to walk out of the hotel and get on the train, that was easy, just don’t make eye contact and don’t get noticed.

Some of my contacts advised me to come to Boston, they said there I could find a lot of business, a lot of victims, a lot of deaths. I took that advice, here I am. Downtown Boston, Everyday is an adventure, this is the heroin of the action junkies. My guns are cleaned, my suit is ironed and my conscience, well, I never had one. I am Hitman. I choose my own path. This is my life; this is Hitmans Life.