Everybody says "Oh I'm gonna kill that guy!" or something to that extent. Hardly anyone says it and ever really means it, it's a figure of speech, that's all. So what do you do when you are told, by your boss, one of the most powerful men in the city, to kill someone? Reluctantly you make sure you tell them the job is done. I never intended on doing anything like that. I never wanted to kill anyone, I had no problem roughing them up, but killing? That just wasn't me. Scavallo gave me a brown envelope before I left the restaurant that night. It had all the details inside of it, his name, pictures, where he lives, all of that. Everything that I would need in order to carry out my job to the finest point. While all of this was going down, I didn't want to know anything about this guy. Who he was, where he was from, what he looked like, I didn't want to know any of it until it was time to do the deed. I didn't want to get attached at all, I was still trying to stay detached but it was quite the task I had in hand.

The envelope sat on my coffee table in my living room for days before I finally picked it up and began looking at the contents. I had no 'deadline' on when the job had to be done, I was just told soon. So it felt like I had as long as I needed to get this done, but really, I didn't. I had maybe a week or so, but I didn't worry about my time, I worried about how I was going to do this, how I was going to prepare myself and how I was going to handle it. I like to think I'm a bad ass or something like that, but killing someone and beating the ever living shit out of them is two different things. I've been in plenty of fights in my life, but never once had I taken someone's life. Most people can't grasp that, they tell you "Oh I could kill someone no problem." when in reality, it's much harder then they want to believe it is. The after effects are what get you. Thinking about it, haunting you, wondering about how the person felt or how their family is. I'd imagine all of those things come back to haunt you.

I didn't leave my apartment for what had to be almost four days after my meeting with Scavello. My phone hasn't rung, no one has stopped by, nothing. It was rather erie. The cell would usually ring at least three times a day, but not recently. I just sat up in bed all night, looking at the ceiling, thinking about how I was going to handle the situation. I wasn't a professional hitman. Sure, maybe I had the intimidation factor and could put myself in the mind set to do something like this, it doesn't mean that I want to. Detaching yourself to burning buildings and breaking people's bones is a different thing then killing them and destroying god knows how many other lives in the process.

It had to be done though. I had to look out for myself, not others. If I didn't follow through with the job, who knows what would have happen to me. I didn't know anything about Scavello or how he handled things, other then the fact that he had his cronies, me for example, do most of his dirty work. He's probably just have me off' d by someone else if I didn't follow through, I wouldn't be considered loyal to him anymore so what good would I be? Maybe I was worrying myself too much back then. Getting myself all excited for nothing, maybe killing someone would be easy. I had no attachments to the guy, no idea who he was, why would I give a shit? Maybe I come across him in a dark ally and we get into a drunken brawl, and I end up beating him to death? It'd just be like any other fight, but it goes a little bit too far.

I felt a lot of things those couple days. Anger, frustration, emptiness, apathy, the list goes on. Mostly not good things, but I got over them. I realized what I had to do and that was that. No going back, I had to tell Scavello that the job was done and just move on. Money is money and I need to survive and if he's paying enough for me to live comfortably, then fuck it. Why not? This was my lively hood now. I was in and I was in pretty deep, there was no turning back.

I remember sitting myself down in front of the coffee table and opening up the envelope. There was all kinds of papers and pictures on the inside, so I just turned it upside down and poured them all out onto the table. I picked up each one, glancing at it for a second then placing it down on the table. I made it so that each piece was visible and I could look at each one in succession. I had the photos spread out across the top, his information, his 'hang outs', and all the other good stuff spread out below the pictures. I had never seen this kid in my life, not once. After I looked at the pictures and read all about him, I felt like I knew him. I felt like we had been friends forever and it made everything so much easier.

I finally slept that night, and I mean a real sleep. Not just a tossing and turning getting a few hours here and there. I really slept, it was refreshing. I knew what I had to do and I got over it, it was like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders.

The next morning was just like any other morning. I woke up, threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, worked out, took a shower, had coffee and planned my day. There wasn't much to plan, I had to follow Brian Fisher's day. I was walking in his shoes today, I was taking over his life and doing what he does on a normal day. He had planned my day for me and didn't even know it.

He worked over at the Virgin Record Megastore in Union Square, not a place I got to go all that often or even cared to go. Music isn't my thing, I enjoy it at times, but really, I'd rather be in silence. I didn't plan on following him through every step he took throughout the day. That doesn't come across as fun or exciting to me, but I did however, get some dry cleaning I had been planning on doing done. Had a late lunch, drove around a little bit, and time was flying. Before I knew it, it was nearing six PM, when Brian got off of work.

According to my papers, he normally went home, took a shower and got ready to go to his mother's house for dinner. Which was a nightly thing for him, he had his own apartment on the Upper West Side, but every night, he'd be at his mother's for dinner. For what I had planned, this was perfect. His mother actually lived across the bridge in Seacaucus New Jersey, which was maybe a fifteen minute drive. I knew the area pretty well, so following Brian wasn't that big of a deal. I kept my distance, didn't make it obvious, all the good stuff that I had learned in movies. I waited a couple minutes to make sure he was inside before I parked across the street from his mother's house. It was getting dark out and it seemed like the area was mostly older people who were already inside and I didn't have to worry too much about anyone seeing me.

I didn't try and keep low or out of sight, I wasn't worried about the people seeing me, I was worried about Brian or his mother seeing me and freaking out. Everyone else would have just been suspicious, but if either one of them found me before it was time, it would have ruined everything. As I stepped out of my car and moved towards her front entrance and garage, my steps were coming easy. Each step easier then the other, I wasn't worried at all. Somewhere deep down in me I knew I was doing the right thing and this is what had to be done. Brian had left his car unlocked, which made everything so much easier for me. I didn't need to steal it or anything like that, I just needed to get inside of it in order to remove the insurance and registration. After I handled that, it was the license plates that had to go. Before making my next move, I removed the license plates and placed them on the floor in the back of my car. They were rather dirty I remember, I knew I was going to have to vacuum the back of my car when I got back because of the dirt. It was rather annoying.

Either way, after I took care of his car, it was time to make my move. The garage was open and it looked like there was a door into the house from down there, but the screen door was only shut on the main doorway. It was a small house, the dining room couldn't have been that far from other door, so I decided to take the easy way and just walk into the house through the front door. I'm pretty sure they didn't hear me enter as their conversation didn't break at all. They just kept on chattering to each other, it was a rather cute sight, how I hated to break apart such a good relationship, but business was business. I had a Beretta tucked away in my jacket, I didn't feel a need to pull it out right away. I wasn't going to be forceful with this, I was actually going to take it nice and easy.

I followed their voices and when I came into view of the mother, she looked rather surprised, Brian however, looked terrified. I just stood there for a moment looking at the both of them. None of us said a word for a few moments and then I took a few more steps in and sat down at the dinner table with them. Still silence, Brian's eyes locked on me, his mother seemed to be in a daze, no clue what was going on. "Would you like something to eat?" She asked me, it took everything I had to not laugh. "No." Was all I could muster up, and then it was just silence again.

I finally felt like the suspense had run its course, "I need to talk to you." I said to Brian. I nodded to his mother and got up. He didn't follow immediately so I grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him to his feet. His mother was about to say something but she decided not to after I shot my glare to her and shook my head. "What's this about?" He was pleading to me, I could hear how frantic he was in his voice. "Mister Scavello sent me, Brian." His face turned pale white, he knew that his life was in my hands. "Please God, I didn't say anything to anyone, please, you have to believe me." I didn't know what he was talking about and frankly I didn't care. "Outside." I said to him, "Your mother doesn't need to hear this." Brian began to weep, it wasn't a full on cry, but just tears and sobbing, it was rather pathetic.

"Please.... P-P-Please don't k-k-k-kill me.."

I reached into my jacket and pulled out the Beretta. His weeping turned into crying. I felt bad, I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I didn't trust him not to run. He had to know I meant business. "I'm going to tell you how we're going to do this, and you're going to listen to me. If you don't, it's going to be you and your mother. You don't want that, now do you?" Through the tears he was able to squeeze out a "No." and I just nodded at him. "What you're going to do is go inside and explain to your mother that we have to leave. By we, I mean you, me and her. We're going to take a drive. You and her will take her car and I'll be following you in mine. If you two try anything stupid, I will find you and I will kill you. Understand?" I was doing my best to stay in my Hitman character. Brian seemed to be buying it though and he just nodded. "Go."

I followed him back up the steps and back into the house. I still had my gun out and I held it out in front of me with my free hand holding my gun hand wrist. Brian explained the situation to his mom, he didn't mention death, killing, murder or anything, he told her everything I told him to tell her. The kid was good, he knew how to listen. Her face turned to despair, she knew what was happening and she was losing one of her two sons. She was a strong women though, no tears, no yelling, no doing anything stupid, she just got her keys and put on her shoes.

Before I let them get in her car alone, I made sure to check for cell phones and or car phones. They had neither. I instructed them to drive down to Passaic, which is was about fifteen minutes from where we were and known for its high crime rate. It'd be the perfect place where no one would suspect anything.

I'm sure that was what felt like the longest drive they have ever taken together. I'm sure they said their good byes, told each other how much they loved each other, how they were going to miss each other. All that sweet stuff you would say to someone you loved that you'd never see again. Meanwhile, I had to sit there and keep telling myself it was just business. However, it was much easier then I thought it was going to be. Everything just happened smoothly, I had no problems, no regrets so far, I was just going with it.

When we reached a spot I thought would be fit, I flashed my lights at them and then flicked on my blinker. They got the point and turned down an ally behind some apartment buildings. The place was a shit hole. Rats, garbage, the place was just a run down pile of shit. No one here would talk to the cops, say anything to anyone, or really care about what was happening to a couple of "crackers."

I stepped out of my car and they just sat there, "Turn the engine off!" I yelled to them, the driver side window was down so I knew they heard me but they didn't respond. "They're going to drive away when I get close." I thought to myself. I wasn't going to have any of them, I reached for my gun and fired a shot into the air. "Turn off the fucking engine!" I yelled again, when I shot I noticed that they both jumped, I got my point across. The engine was shut down. My adrenaline was flowing at this point, I was on such a high I couldn't believe it. I was playing God again.

I had my gun out still, I walked up to their car leading with it. Brian was driving and I pointed the gun directly at his head. He didn't look to his side but he knew it was there, sweating like a pig, his mother crying her eyes out next to him. It was quite the scene. "Get out of the car. Both of you." I said sternly and then took a step back from the door so he could open it to get out. "You" I stated clearly to his mother, "Open the trunk." She did as I said without question, and I walked Brian to the trunk. "Stay here and don't either of you move." I had a bag in the passenger seat of my car that I needed to retrieve before this was going to go any further. After I got it, I held it in one hand, my gun in the other, still pointing at them.

"Get in the trunk, Brian." He hesitated and I took a few quick steps forward with the gun directly in his face now. "Get in the fucking trunk." This time he moved a bit quicker. He got into the trunk of his mothers small seden and just laid there looking up at me. I threw the duffel bag I had brought with me into the trunk with him.

"Both of you listen to me and listen very clearly." His mother's crying slowed down a bit and she looked up at me, keeping as quiet as possible. Brian was still freaking out but he was listening. "There's ten large in that bag. Your mother is going to drive and not stop till she's out of the state. I don't mean Pennsylvania either, that shit isn't going to cut it, you're going to drive south, you hear me?" She just nodded, "You're going to stop at a bus stop and he's going to get out. Brian will then give you enough money to get back home. You are never able to come back here, Brian. I have eyes and ears everywhere and will know if you do. Every month for the rest of her life, your mom is going to receive a duffel bag just like that. If you ever come back here or contact anyone here, those bags will stop and I'll fucking find you. Do we have an agreement?"

Brian just nodded, you could see the relief on his face, his mother too. "When you get back to your house Mrs. Fisher, you're going to call a towing company, I don't give a shit which one, and tell them someone left a car in your driveway with no tags or information... Now go.. And do not fuck with me."

All I had to do now is tell Scavello the job is done.