Chapter 1 my role as fate:
It was 12:07 A.M. The sun was beating down but besides the heat it was near perfect weather. Unfortunately I couldn’t enjoy such a nice day. At least it wasn’t my last. The brief case felt slightly heavy in my hands. I walked up the the check in desk in the hotel lobby. Keeping the anxious feeling that plagued my mind inside I asked for a room?
“Alright Mr. Stevens you will be in room 3067 on floor 3, enjoy your stay and if you need anything at all feel free to call down.” I took my room key and stepped waited for the elevator to return to the 1st floor.
I didn’t have any luggage. I wasn’t staying the night. In fact I probably wouldn’t even be here for a whole hour. The door opened And I stepped in side. I slipped the credit card back into my pocket. This was a nice hotel. Not cheap and certainly not worth the money for less then an hour. However it wasn’t my money and it happened to be in the perfect location. My last name wasn’t Stevens either. It was just one of the many identities I could take up at a moments notice. A select few people actually know my real name. And they aren’t telling anyone. I walked down the overly adorned hallway to the door with the correct number on it. I unlocked it and stepped in being sure to place the do not disturb sign placed on the door handle. I unlatched the brief case to reveal a M24 sniper rifle. I began to feel the familiar sensation of loosing all emotions and just concentrating on the job at hand. I slid open the glass door that led out onto the balcony overlooking the street below. If all went according to plan this should be easy. Making sure everything was working properly on the rifle I crouched down and waited.
Ten minutes later a nice looking black car pulled up in front of the coffee shop down below. A man dressed in a Black pin-stripped suit stepped out of the car and sat down at one of the outside tables. I tensed up. Soon I would have to make the shot. A cup of coffee was brought to the mans table. Another man appeared. He was fat and slow he almost looked like a fat penguin when he walked. He was dressed in a white suit made with enough fabric to make a parachute. He sat down. This was my target. I took a deep breath and lined up the shot and pulled the trigger….