It's about four in the morning. I've been driving around all night, looking for something to do. Life's pretty boring here. I actually robbed a gas station just a few minutes ago. The attendant was scared shitless. It's funny, but I didn't even have my gun on me. I just went in with my hand in my pocket, like in the movies, ya know?
Anyway, I didn't get much. Just a couple of hundred dollars. Dollars and cheap thrills. Almost ran into some hippie chick when I rushed out of the store. It's pretty sad, but there's not much else to do. I don't hold a steady job, don't go to school, and don't have many hobbies. Besides, I know Calhoun will have to scramble to cover my ass. He's got most of the Savannah police force in his pocket, but not enough to make it easy for him. I have to get my kicks somehow.
I've got a decision to make. Big A wants me to kill this guy Williams. How to kill him is the hard part. I prefer the quick and easy way: a bullet to the head. No muss, no fuss. Sometimes, though, you get clients with weirdo requests. One time I actually had to run over a guy with an 18-wheeler, no kidding. The crazies are out there, for sure.
I'm asking twenty grand and the fat porker is willing to pay. Killing people for a living may be a horrible lifestyle, but it pays damn well. Still, i'm considering this the last one. I've got quite a bit of money saved up. I plan to be somewhere on a sunny beach in Jamaica by this time next year. That's right, baby, living the good life.
At any rate, i've got the info I need to deal with this Williams guy. He doesn't know it yet, but his days are numbered. I'm gonna eliminate this guy, collect my money, and get out of town. Damn Calhoun, damn his operations, damn it all. One last time and it's over.
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