It was night time in the South Side. After beying here for nearly a year Carlos came to the realisation that this place is not so bad, at least not like those from the North made it look like. He was grateful to the TI-32 leader, Rusco for hiring him as a hitman and trusting him to do his job right. Carlos promised he will do his job as perfectly as possible and all enemies of the TI-32 will fall before the bullets of his guns. And Carlos is a man of his word and intends to keep his promise. Tonight he will add one more person to his list of victims, however the unfortunate fool had nothing to do with any gang. 

Carlos was sitting on his black [url=http://telusers.com/image/2013/07/2014-honda-cbr-36830-hd-wallpapers.jpg]Honda[/url] bike. He was dressed with blue jeans, black t-shirt, black leather coat and black leather gloves. A helmet was covering his head. His target was on the other side of the street, trying to pick up a hooker. Carlos gets off the bike, takes off his helmet and puts it on the bike as he slowly makes his way to the other side of the street. Once he gets there he looks at the hooker. "Get lost honey!" Said Carlos as he pulled out his [url=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8fhLoMXSE4/TiX2Em8mB5I/AAAAAAAACdY/81lDTJx-4Lk/s1600/.357+Magnum.jpg]Smith & Wesson 686[/url] revolver. Not wanting any trouble the hooker left, leaving Carlos alone with the guy. Carlos then grabbed the guy by his neck and pressed the revolver against his stomach. "You've been a very bad boy Jack. And i'm afraid that will cost you your life." Said Carlos as he pulled the trigger, shooting Jack in the stomach. After he fell, Carlos shot him again in the head. 

The two gunshots echoes loudly in the night as Carlos turned around and headed for his bike. He placed the revolver in the shoulder holster he was equipped with, grabbed his helmet putting it on his head and got on his bike as he started it and left the scene, with the loud noise of the bike echoying through the streets. After making a couple of turns Carlos stops in front of an apartment building as he gets off the bike, pulls out his helmet and gets inside the building climbing the stairs all the way to the 3rd floor, where he stops in front of the 2nd door to the right and bangs on the door three times. A blonde woman, in her 40's, opens the door and lets Carlos inside as she closes the door behind him. "What's going on! Did you do it?" She asked him. "Yup! That bastard is dead." Said Carlos with his arms crossed. The woman then heads to a draw which she opens and pick a wad of cash out of it. "Here you go, 600 $, just like I promised. I know it dosen't compare with the money you get from working for those gangsters but whatever." Said the woman with her hands on her hips and looking down on the floor. 

"Tell me! Is there something wrong with me? Am I ugly or something? Why did he do that to me? Why did he cheat on me with hookers?" Said the woman frustrated. "I have no idea! And you're not ugly. For someone whose 46 and living in the slums you actually look ravishing." Said Carlos, beying a gentleman as usual. Then the woman started crying as Carlos embraced her and started patting her on her back. "I loved him you know? This is not fair." Said the woman as she got off of Carlos's embrace. "Thank you! You're pretty sweet for a killer." Continued the woman as she wiped off her tears. Carlos then looked at the money, took 100 $ away from the wad and put it on a table, leaving the woman's apartment with just 500 $ instead of 600. Carlos winked to her as he closed the apartment's door. Then he climbed down the stairs, got outside, hoped on his bike, put on his helmet and rode away, heading home.