Post by Silent Death on Mar 10, 2006 18:08:22 GMT -5
I thought for sure my mark was going to get away this week. I knew where he lived but due to assignments, I couldn't spend the time waiting for him. I had lost all hope, when Lady Luck favored me today.
"Oh, I know that guy," says the one friend I forgot to ask about him. "We were in high school together."
With a little planning, she makes a phone call for me. She asks if he remembers her, and tells him the story we made up. Her brother, who is graduating soon, is visiting for the weekend, and is interested in Genetics. She's heard he's a genetics major, and wonders if he can tell her brother about it. We hold our breath as we wait for the answer.
"About 4 good for you? How about at Chili's? Good, see you there."
She hangs up the phone with a grin. We had him now.
I invite a few friends along to watch. One goes as her brother. We go in, and two of us set up by the door. The rest sit in the middle to get a good view. The one sitting with me goes up to the counter, and sits back down with a coke. We wait.
Soon she walks in, with her "brother" and and some guy I don't recognize at all. I wait as they pass by and walk around the corner.
"Is that him?"
"I don't know."
My friend and I confer, and we can't decide.
"How fast can you drink your soda?" I ask him. He raises a quizzical eyebrow. "I need to go get a refill." He nods, and drains the whole cup with a shiver. Chugging ice cold Coke is not pleasant. I walk past the three of them at their table, but I don't recognize the fellow at all. I get the refill and sit down unnoticed, still unsure of if he's my mark or not. After a bit of discussion, we decide to just hit him anyway, and worry about it later.
I pull my hat low over my eyes, and stow my Maverick in the inner pocket of my leather jacket. I'm ready to go. I walk over to their table. I can see the "brother" is getting uncomfortable keeping up the ruse, and I realize he must be my man. I calmly say his name. I can see then in his eyes, he knows its a trap. He reaches for his back pack, but I draw and fire before he gets his hand into it, and nail him square in the chest. Its all over.
A handshake and a few polite words later, he heads out. Another target down. And this time, there was no shouting, no loud decoys. Just a quiet shot, calmly in a restaurant.
I guess I no longer need to change my name to Noisy Death.
"Oh, I know that guy," says the one friend I forgot to ask about him. "We were in high school together."
With a little planning, she makes a phone call for me. She asks if he remembers her, and tells him the story we made up. Her brother, who is graduating soon, is visiting for the weekend, and is interested in Genetics. She's heard he's a genetics major, and wonders if he can tell her brother about it. We hold our breath as we wait for the answer.
"About 4 good for you? How about at Chili's? Good, see you there."
She hangs up the phone with a grin. We had him now.
I invite a few friends along to watch. One goes as her brother. We go in, and two of us set up by the door. The rest sit in the middle to get a good view. The one sitting with me goes up to the counter, and sits back down with a coke. We wait.
Soon she walks in, with her "brother" and and some guy I don't recognize at all. I wait as they pass by and walk around the corner.
"Is that him?"
"I don't know."
My friend and I confer, and we can't decide.
"How fast can you drink your soda?" I ask him. He raises a quizzical eyebrow. "I need to go get a refill." He nods, and drains the whole cup with a shiver. Chugging ice cold Coke is not pleasant. I walk past the three of them at their table, but I don't recognize the fellow at all. I get the refill and sit down unnoticed, still unsure of if he's my mark or not. After a bit of discussion, we decide to just hit him anyway, and worry about it later.
I pull my hat low over my eyes, and stow my Maverick in the inner pocket of my leather jacket. I'm ready to go. I walk over to their table. I can see the "brother" is getting uncomfortable keeping up the ruse, and I realize he must be my man. I calmly say his name. I can see then in his eyes, he knows its a trap. He reaches for his back pack, but I draw and fire before he gets his hand into it, and nail him square in the chest. Its all over.
A handshake and a few polite words later, he heads out. Another target down. And this time, there was no shouting, no loud decoys. Just a quiet shot, calmly in a restaurant.
I guess I no longer need to change my name to Noisy Death.
