Short Story: The Assassin

I pulled the bow back, breathed and released. The arrow flew through the air straight and true, just as it always does, and hit square in the eye.

The man crumpled to the ground, a woman screamed, and as the arrow disintegrated I made a mental note to tip my arrow maker. He is really getting good. Each time the disintegration of the arrow is getting faster.

I packed my bow and headed out of the building. I hailed a cab a few blocks down and we headed to the airport. I started to relax.

We pulled into the airport and I told the cabby where to drop me off to which he nodded and pulled up to the curb. As I paid him, my phone rang and I sighed.

“Yes, it’s done.” I said into the phone. She always seemed to know when I completed the job. How I don’t know, it hadn’t even hit the news yet, but I heard a few key strokes through the phone. Traffic cameras? I thought. No. I always chose a vantage point that is blind to surveillance.

“Transaction complete.” She said.

My phone beeped as I walked into the airport. I looked at it and my email popped up showing a deposit had been made.

“Thank you. Always a pleasure doing business with you.”

“Proceed to the next person on the list.” She said with a heavy sigh.  She called all the shots, literally, but acted like she didn’t want to be making them at all. I don’t know the story. I don’t know why I’m sent to the people I am. It’s just a job.

“Am I to cross off the whole list?” I asked absentmindedly while pulling my passport out.

There was silence on the phone, but  I could hear her fingernails tapping on the desk.

“The air is getting cold. 10 seconds before I hang up.” I said. She knew what I meant. I refused to let any call last longer than 2 minutes.

“Yes. Wipe it clean.”

“There are five more. I will need more compensation for supplies, travel and well for completion of the job of course.” I said like it was nothing. Years of experience had cooled my voice. Working with her for so long however, made it even easier.

She sighed heavily on the other end of the line. “You know money is never a problem. I’ll wire $500,000 to your account immediately and another $500,000 after each job is completed along with your usual fee.”

“Then I’m off the map for a minimum of 10 years. No jobs, no calls, and all other matters are to be cleared.” I demanded.

“That was never the deal.” She said angrily.

“Then find someone else to do the job.” I snapped back. I heard her grind her teeth on the other end. I knew she wouldn’t have anyone else do this. No one else can do it in one shot, no extra casualties, no connections; nothing would be tied to anyone.

“Agreed.” She finally said through her teeth. “Next on the list by the end of the month.”

“It will be done by the end of the week.” I said hanging up.

“Hello Mr. Simmons. Heading to Amsterdam?” the clerk asked as I handed her my passport.

“Going to try to dry out. I’m not used to all this London rain.” I said with a smile.

“Here are your tickets.” She blushed. “I’ve upgraded you to first class .”

“Thank you.” I said. “I’ll see you the next run through.”

I grabbed my bag with the bow  in it and headed toward the gates. Behind me I heard the news announce the death of Bob McKenna. Witnesses say an arrow hit him in the eye, but no arrow was found of course. Police are still searching the scene for clues.

I smiled as I headed to the gate 5B and thought, “You won’t find a thing.”

7 thoughts on “Short Story: The Assassin

  1. Great story. Kept my interest the whole time. It’s a challenge to use such a potentially unlikable person as a protagonist, but you did well. Woof!

    • Thank You Bongo.

      As I wrote it, I felt weirdly connected to him. I kept seeing him not caring at all about who he dispatched. It really is just a job. Then he wanted to finish the job, but then be left alone. He is still sticking around. Who knows, you may see his bow and arrow around again soon.

    • Thank you very much.

      It is true that most murders are told from the mystery POV.

      This was one f those situations where the Assassin wouldn’t leave my head, so I gave him an outlet. It was refreshing to write from this angle. I enjoyed it.

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