It's nighttime in Savannah. I prefer the night...its very peaceful and quiet. There aren't very many people around at night. During the day there's all kinds of people. People to hassle you, cause problems, and generally be a nuisance. Ah, but the night! The best thing about it is the deserted streets. When not a soul's around, and the only things surrounding you are dark and silent buildings...that's what I love.
Still, I can't contemplate things for too long. The meeting with Big A at the restaurant had been as pointless as usual. The fool has no idea about what's going on. At any rate, I contracted for the hit. He wants me to do the job, nice and clean, with no messes. I am a professional, after all. There's no question that my involvement in the situation will never be discovered. Then again, that's my job: i'm a hitman...I kill people for a fee.
Being a hitman is a shitty life. Stay in school, kids, 'cause you don't want this life. Still, it's all I know...high school dropouts don't get much work otherwise. Sometimes, though, I wish I had stayed in school. I would have liked to get a philosophy degree. Yeah, I know, it sounds silly, but we've all got our hobbies.
Lately, though, i've been thinking about things more and more. I'm wondering if there's something else out there, something better. I don't enjoy killing people; it's only pragmatism, because I have to stay alive and the money's good. Most of the time, though, I feel like a monster. Calhoun - that's my employer - sanctions hits on anybody who gets in his way. I mean anybody. It could be the prostitute on the street corner or the average mall shopper. He is ruthless and doesn't make distinctions. Sometimes i've removed some genuinely bad people, which I guess is a good thing, but I wonder if all the others really had to die.
Well, i've decided that after this hit, i'm telling Calhoun that i'm out. I've had it. I just don't feel right doing this. One last operation and that's the end.
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