I have to go out…
From the outside looking in, it’s a typical home. The husband and wife sit next to each other on a large couch. He has a book in hand. She holds the remote control for the television. They’re enjoying a quiet night.
As he kisses the top of her head, his cell phone rings. He answers it, and after hearing who it is he stands up to take the call in the other room. She can’t quite make out what’s being said, but she’s also not very interested. He comes back into the living room.
“There’s a problem at the plant,” he tells her.
“This late? Again?” she asks. She doesn’t want him to leave.
He tells her that he has to go. It’s his job and it’s what keeps food on the table.
“Don’t wait up,” he says as he leaves.
Once out the door and into the car, he dials back the person who just called him.
“I’m out. Where are you?” He pauses, “Good. Let’s meet there.” He hangs up and floors the gas pedal.
He pulls up to a large house on the city’s south side. He parks the car and shuts off the headlights. When he gets to the porch, a tall brunette dressed in black is waiting for him.
“Did she give you any problems about leaving so late?” asks the brunette.
“Not really,” he answers, “she trusts me.”
“Ha,” the brunette stepped closer to him with her arm extended. “If she only knew.”
The man places a loaded semi-automatic pistol into the brunette’s extended hand. She takes the weapon, pulls the slide, and smiles in appreciation. He then takes out his own handgun.
“Enough talking about her,” says the man. “The target is on the third floor in the bedroom at the far end of the hall.”
The two enter the home and something vibrates in his pocket. He knows that it’s his wife calling his cell phone to check on him. He’ll call her back later when he’s somewhere safer. He concentrates on the task at hand for now.
After the target is eliminated, he says his goodbyes to the brunette, and gets back into the car. He takes out his phone, looks at it for a moment, sighs, and then dials his home.
“Hey honey…I was on the floor and I didn’t hear the phone ring…Yeah, we’re just about done…Okay then…Goodnight…I love you too…”
He thinks briefly about how the lying doesn’t even phase him anymore. Then he shruggs off that thought, starts the car, and guns the accelerator.
