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Sakusa walked 2 meters behind his partner on the right sidewalk of a dark alley. Only a few of the street lamps were working and the shadows they casted moved eerily against the road and buildings. A dull ache was beginning to build up in the back of his head thanks to the man not stopping his talking. He had gone over the details of the job for the 7th time when his chattering suddenly came to a stop. Sakusa lifted his gaze from the pavement and confirmed that they were almost there. He should turn the next corner left and enter the third door on the right, which would be open. His partner would kill the two people sleeping inside, then they would make the call and start cleaning the mess together. Sakusa hated killing because it created a mess, that’s why it was his partner did it. Two messes to clean. Ugh.
They approached the corner, his partner still a couple of meters in front of him. As soon as he stepped one foot over the corner
bang
a muffled shoot resonated and his partner collapsed, a mess of blood and brains splattered on the floor.
Sakusa’s eyebrow twitched as he reached for his pistol.
A third mess to clean.
Two strides and he would reach the corner.
As he was approaching that corner and part of the perpendicular street came into view, he caught movement. Three dumpster had been pushed together and there, on their side, looking with huge panicked eyes at his partner’s brains, was dark-haired boy.
He reached the corner with his third stride and his pistol lifted. The two men that should have been sleeping where there. One was looking at his partner’s brains, too, while the other had caught sight of the boy and motioned towards him, pistol already aiming at the boy’s head.
Ugh.
Sakusa’s eyebrow twitched, again. No, he was not going to clean a fourth mess. That was not happening.
bang bang
The boy turned his head so fast at the muffled sounds that Sakusa could feel his own neck strain at the sudden movement of those muscles. He saw the boy’s eyes widen even more as the two already dead men reached the floor with a thump and their brains spread over the pavement. Shooting to the head was messy, but deadly and fast. He could accept that.
Sakusa crossed the distance between the corner where he was standing and the boy. He squatted next to him, pistol still in his hand, and looked. The boy’s eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets as he stared at the dead men. And at the mess, of course. Sakusa licked his lips and felt the fabric of his face mask at the tip of his tongue, and he studied the boy for a few long seconds. The boy was not really a boy, more like his own age. A young adult, he had been called once. The young adult in front of him exhaled a shiver and Sakusa reached with his left fingers. He moved slowly, carefully, the chin of that panicked face until it was facing him, and spoke.
“Run. As far away as you can”.
That seemed to break his daze and he finally focused and took Sakusa in. He saw fear, realization, more fear, panic, and more realization pass one after the other in those brown eyes. But the last feeling the eyes showed before he stood up and ran away was a different one. Sakusa thought it was gratitude.
He watched as the other ran out of his sight and turned to face the mess.
Ugh.
He hated that third mess, but he was somewhat happy that the fourth mess had been prevented. Sakusa placed the pistol back in his holster and reached into the left pocket of his coat for a pair of gloves, then rolled up the sleeves to stretch the vinyl over his forearms. He pulled out his phone and quick dialled a number as he went back a few strides to retrieve the briefcase he had left by the corner.
It was time to clean this mess. Such a pain that it was slightly bigger than anticipated, he thought as his eyebrow twitched.