I'm A Mercenary, But I'm Not Allowed To Kill My Target

England: 05/01/2008 / 11:30 The taste of morning coffee and classical music. I can't stand them both. Unlike my client, who was a pretty distracted guy. - Adrian. - he said in a not so deep voice - you are early, I thought you would be the one who is late. "You're talking to a mercenary, dude." Cool jacket, real leather? - Are you crazy? I took it for less than 100 pounds. "Less than £ 100? I didn't know the mobsters were wearing fake clothes." Sure ... There's a place on Warren Street. Let's take a walk. He was a really special guy. The way he walked, talked, and kept looking at the ground. This may mean that he is either sad or wants revenge. In this case - both. We arrived at the restaurant, he politely took off his jacket and left it on the chair, then asked me what I wanted to drink: - Cold water, madam! I said softly. My voice is not the strongest, which even helped me at work. - Cold water? Is that what they drink ... - he stopped, then coughed - the heroes? "Heroes?" Please, I'm just doing services, it's ... for a fee, of course. "That's right, Adrian, if they didn't pay us, we wouldn't be able to put food on the table, would we?" "That's right, Mr. Reeves." That's what we're here for, isn't it? - Exactly! he said excitedly. This conversation seemed to lift his spirits. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Wow, is that how a businessman does his job?" I asked timidly. "Listen now, Adrian ..." he began to speak softly, leaning toward me, "there's an address, a name, and a picture in that envelope." "Mr. Reeves ... come and smoke a cigarette." - I interrupted him, trying to avoid the awkward looks from the customers of other people in the restaurant - I draw. Reeves looked at me in surprise, after about ten seconds he realized what I meant and we headed for the exit ... - Sir, your water! - The female voice interrupted us at the door. "Leave her on the table, we'll be back soon." I replied with a smile. The conversation in the back alley, despite being short, was quite deep. Reeves was quite worried and almost trembling. He began to speak softly, stuttering, "Adrian, this is going to be a special task." - (More special? Interesting) What do you mean? "I don't want you to kill her." "I didn't understand you ... Do you want me to scare her?" "Yes ... something like that or just hurting her." he said anxiously. "I'll see what I can do, Mr. Reeves, but why don't you want her dead?" "Because this is my niece." - (Auch, he wants me to hurt her without killing her? Or it could be a bean job. Clearly, tell me the time and date.

- Tomorrow night, 22:30, I want you to make her think she's being watched, raise her tension! - We agreed, I'll come in to get my water. I paid the woman and took the plastic bottle. When I left, Mr. Reeves was gone, probably gone. I decided to check out the girl in question, which he showed me in the photo. Lara Green - 27 years old, several charges of fraud, murder and kidnapping. Nothing in particular, he was a common criminal whose uncle was just worried about her. I decided to call Reeves through a device that hid my number and made it untraceable. I forgot his name, it was my birthday present. "Mr. Reeves, it's me." - You...? Yeah, the service boy. What's wrong? - Do you have any information about where your niece will be earlier tomorrow? "Dancing." She goes to sports dances, but what is this for you? "I just wanted to know ..." At that moment, I heard loud bangs on the door of my apartment. - I'll call you later, something popped up!