Two/Face
Taking a drag of my third cigarette, I stand on the sidewalk. Content Summer has checked into her hotel for the evening and won’t likely leave tonight.
It’s good to have someone on the inside.
I feel my phone buzz with an incoming message. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I read a message demanding a meeting as soon as possible. Rolling my eyes, I take another drag of my cigarette. I tap a reply as I exhale over the screen. Shaking my head, I look towards the hotel. The events over the last twenty-four hours weighing heavily on all of us.
The team feels twitchy. I’ve told them we have nothing to worry about. We can’t be exposed if no one knows us or what we do and there is no record of it anywhere. We haven’t gotten away with it for all these years by being lax and sloppy. Do I enjoy killing? I do. Watching the fear in someone’s eyes, it’s like fireworks going off on the fourth of July. It gives you a sense of wonder and excitement, and then once it’s all over, you will have that feeling of accomplishment.
Stepping back into the shadows, observing as the busy New Yorkers go about their evening. With the sun beginning to set and the cold autumnal wind blowing through the tall buildings, I take one last look at the hotel before heading down the street.
I can become acquainted with summer tomorrow. I’ll let her rest for now. She’ll need it.