The scope started to focus. Into the view appeared an older man wearing a suit. He was surrounded by thugs so Gabriel knew this had to be the mark.
A professional killer, Gabriel had killed a lot of people since he got into the business. This was Mexico, so contract killings were normal. Of course, the new government had become a little tougher on organized crime and was doing what it could to stop the senseless murders that plagued the countryside.
Gabriel watched the man through the scope. No one would ever suspect him. They would know who hired the killer, but they would never know who the killer himself was. The man moved indoors, but Gabriel turned a dial on his scope and an infrared image appeared in place of the usual image. Gabriel knew which one was the mark, but he was now standing behind a thug. There was nothing else he could do, so Gabriel fired four shots. Two hit the henchman and the other two passed through his body and into the mark.
Shouts and screams could be heard in the distance, but Gabriel didn't stay long enough to hear what they said. He pulled his rifle apart and placed it back into his briefcase.
Walking back into the building, he slowly made his way down the stairs and joined the normal public. He continued out of the office building and hailed a taxi. He told the driver to take him to the government building.
Once there, he entered the building and headed to the lower levels of the building. Gabriel knocked on a nameless door.
"Come in," boomed a voice from the other side. Gabriel slowly turned to knob and entered.
"¿es tomado cuidado de?" (Is it taken care of?) the man asked.
"No se preocupe. Él no le incomodará otra vez." (Don't worry. He won't bother you again.)
"Bueno. Su dinero será depositado. usted debe salir de la ciudad. el policía local está cerca de mí. no pueden saber que le conozco." (Your money will be deposited. you should leave the town. the local police are close to me. they can't know that i know you.)
Gabriel nodded and turned to leave. Walking out of the government building, Gabriel hailed another taxi. This time, it was to the airport. Once there, he purchased a ticket to Mexico City and then a connecting flight Tampa, Florida.
He had heard that there was a need for some intercession that he may provide. "More money," he thought. "If they're right," he concluded.
Gabriel got on the plane and fell asleep thinking of all the people he is helping by doing his job.
