I
drop my
stash of
supplies behind the small
hill's
bushes and
produce my pack of
cigarettes and a
lighter from my
front right pocket.
Extracting a cigarette from the
pack, I embrace it in my
lips and
ignite the lighter. A
7" flame results and
I take a
drag of my cigarette.
Minutes pass.
Headlights can be seen coming down the
road, and upon noticing this, I
dispose of my
smoke and
fall into
position.
Grasping my
night vision binoculars close to my
eyes, I observe the
charcoal black Ford Excursion XLT rolling down the
private road.
The
vehicle pulls up to the
driveway, and as the 44"
Super Swamper Boggers turn right, the
xenon headlights move their field of
projection accordingly. The
hum from the 7.3L
Power Stroke diesel V8 slows to a
pulsating sound as the
brake lights emit
brilliant reds and the sound of
friction and
rubber on the
rocky asphalt resonates through out the
air, reminding me that I'm
closer than I think I am. The
driver steps out of the vehicle as does the
bodyguard from the other side.
I pick up my
rifle and activate the
night vision scope. The driver moves to the
driver side back seat door and
opens it. A
short,
stocky man steps out. I
zero in on his
head with my
scope. I
pull the trigger and the
stagnant air remains so, interrupted with a small "
pff" from my 10"
silencer.
Silently, my
target falls to the ground, and I think "
piece of shit". I
pick off the remaining
driver and
bodyguard and make my way out of the
large mansion's
property.
I
hop into my
Ferrari 360 Modena (my
dream car) and
haul ass away. Pushing a
button, I
activate the
CD player, and
Wild Out by
The LOX fills the small
sports car.
"Every check I deposit is just another murder in the closet" --
The LOX, "
Wild Out"