Joe was walking down the street. The sun was slowly diminishing, and he would soon become unnoticeable. He weaved in and out of the growing shadows, until the whole town was developed with them. He could now accomplish the task given to him: Rid the world of Rajang. His client was nameless; he chose not to reveal himself. That wasn't too uncommon. When you wanted a man dead, it wasn't too smart to let anyone know your identity, even the person you've hired to make that longing a reality. Joe didn't care. After a while in the cleaning business, you stop asking questions. It's usually better that way. He was on Rajang's street. Rajang lived in a wealthy neighborhood, which made it more difficult to eliminate him. There were many ways to carry out this feat. Joe had thought about it since his client employed him. He had eventually chose an option. All that mattered now was tonight. Joe meddled with the security system. It easily was turned off. Although living in a wealthy neighborhood, Rajang did not have a very advanced security system. This was good: it meant he did not view himself as a threat to anyone. He thought he was safe. Joe snuck into Rajang's mansion through an open window. Summer had it's advantages. People tended to leave windows open for a breeze of fresh air. He glided through the mansion silently, wary for any dangers that could prevent him from completing his job, until he saw Rajang's room. The door was open. He could see Rajang sleeping peacefully. He softly drew his handgun. This was it. A gunshot rang throughout the house. Rajang woke up quickly, shocked by the sound of gunfire. He saw a man dressed in black on the floor, covered in blood with a gun in his hand. His brother, Kalihi, was standing behind the man, possessing a gun of his own. "What happened?!" cried Rajang. Kalihi had obviously killed this man. "The damn fool tried to kill you," Kalihi told him, "I was up for a midnight drink, and saw him enter our house. I don't think he knew I was there. I followed him up to your room. Why da hell would someone want you dead?" "I'm not sure.." Rajang said quietly, "I've never seen this man in my life.." "You think he mighta been an assassin?" "Possibly. But that'd be awfully odd. The assassin gettin killed instead of doin the killing himself." "Well look at him," Kalihi said, "He's probably just barely twenty. I doubt he's that experienced." "That's true.." Rajang murmured, still horrified at the though tonight could have been his last alive. "If he was an assassin, it means there's someone still out to get you. We've got to hide you, Rajang. Get out of town, something." "No." Rajang said firmly, "This is our town. We aren't cowards. If they want me dead, they'll follow me. We've got to find out who it is and kill them ourselves." "Whatever you say, Rajang... Whatever you say." Kalihi replied disappointed. He hoped his brother's "braveness" wouldn't get him killed. They decided they would hire a private investigator. One they could rely on. They had the perfect person for the job. KlaSSiK walked cautiously to the Director. The Director didn't usually like to hear bad news, and this was indeed bad news. He opened the Director's door slowly and went in. "Director," he said plainly, "I have some news..." "What is it, KlaSSiK?" the Director replied calmly. "Well... Joe died. He failed to assassinate Rajang. I'm sorry Sir." "That is disappointing. He was given a simple task, and yet he couldn't do it. He has a family, correct?" "Yes...." Klassik replied hesitantly. "Very well. Have them killed." "Yes, Director." Klassik left the room. It always brought grief to him when the families were killed. They had done nothing. But refusing an order from the Director meant your life. Klassik could only wish he had chose a different business. He hadn't known then, he was a young man with a desire for money. Things changed.. TO BE CONTINUED.
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