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hand, I somehow
knew that I had the only weapon I was going to need to see this
thing through.
    Knowing was one thing, but I certainly did not
feel I was capable of taking on a minion as powerful as I had been
made believe he was. I could only hope my secret weapon was going
to be enough.
    So, drawing a deep breath I pushed
through the double doors with their bright red lettered
glass panels and begun the fight to keep my life and give a
new one to the woman I had loved for so long with all my
heart.
    Now, more than ever in my lifetime , I badly needed to succeed. Not for my own gratification, or
for my own wealth, but for someone who gave me everything and asked
for nothing in return.
    The surgeon, along with the three other
occupants turned to stare at me as I entered the room. Covered
almost head to toe in blood, I must have looked like the victim of
a street attack or worse, but instead of being offered help and
solstice I was greeted with anger.
    ‘ What the fuck are you doing in
here?’ Screamed the surgeon, the mask may have covered his snarl,
but I could see the rage in his eyes.
    ‘ I’m here to finish what I started
at the beginning of this evening.’ I said bluntly. I was neither
confident nor scared. I just wanted to get it over with.
    ‘ I’m trying to save this man’s
life. You coming in here covered in blood is going to cause all
sorts of infections he may not heal from.’ The anger in the
surgeons’ voice waned and gave way to an almost pleading
tone.
    ‘ Trust me. Infections are the
least of his worries where he’s going.’
    The surgeon, scalpel in hand,
charged towards me as I made my way towards him. Once he was close
enough I swung my right-hand a round in an arch, my
fist connecting hard with the man’s cheekbone.
    There was the familiar sound of bone being
broken as his head twisted all the way round beyond the point it
was naturally capable of going while attached to his neck. As his
body fell to the floor I continued onwards to the bedside of the
soon to be late Jim Mancini, a one-time mob boss and soon to be
ex-friend of the king of hell himself.
    The remaining occupants of the room, well the
ones who could still walk at least, looked at me with fear in their
eyes before they glanced at each other and then decided that
bolting for safety was better than trying to save this wretched old
man’s life.
    I allowed myself the few moments it took for
the two female nurses and male doctor to jostle each other through
the double doors. A few seconds later and I could hear the distinct
sound of a woman screaming as they discovered the body of the guard
out in the hallway.
    Time is always a factor in any job that I do,
but none more so than what I had to do tonight. If it had been any
other job I would have made the effort to hide the guards body,
that way it cut down on the amount of people who would be actively
searching for me by the time I got out of the building.
    Well, that was another time and
probably soon to be another life. In the meantime, I had to at
least try and see this thing through. I turned my attention back to
the old man lying in the bed.
    There was a silence in the air
broken only by the occasional beep from the heart monitor. The
surgeon had managed to cut a slab of skin neatly across the
forehead of the soon-to-be dead man and he had folded it
back over the targets eyes like a makeshift blindfold .
    I could see the small hole left behind by the
bullet that should have ended his life, and I could not but help
wonder if the surgeon had managed to prise the mangled piece of
lead from his skull before I made my way into the room.
    I couldn’t see any kidney dishes containing
human skin or other matter so I assumed it was still in there
somewhere, probably rattling around in what was basically and empty
shell if my new employer was to be believed.
    I clenched my fist around the
golden bullet as hard as I could, my fingernails digging deep
into the soft flesh of my palm, which in