Seth let out a long sigh as he looked through the scope of his sniper. He sat atop a large building overlooking an intersection. He watched the light change and the cars driving by as some either sped up before the light changed red or some simply drove right through the red light. He chuckled at a couple of them as he wondered what went through their minds as they tried to beat the light. According to his informant, this was where his target was going to be in the next five minutes. He never really met the informant, but if Jinx trusted them. Then he could too. He saw a large black SUV coming up to the intersection and grabbed the device Jinx had given him. He pressed the red button and the light quickly changed from green to yellow and then to red. The SUV slowly came to a stop and Seth looked through his scope at the SUV. It had dark tinted windows, but Seth didn’t seem worried. He flipped a switch on the scope and everything went infrared  He saw two large heat signatures at the front and three heat signatures in the back. Two of the three heat signatures in the back were much smaller than the two in the front, but it was the large heat signature in the middle of the two Seth focused on. The informant said the SUV didn’t have bulletproof windows which would make things a hell of a lot easier. He adjusted his sniper rifle so the large heat signature in the back was in his sights. 

The target in question was Paul Royce. A crooked politician who seemed like the perfect candidate for the people, but under the surface: he was a womanizer and a pedophile. However, because of his connections to an underground mafia, all his misdeeds and crimes went unnoticed. He was someone Seth hated the most. He used his power to hurt others. Seth gritted his teeth and waited for several seconds. He let out a long sigh before he pulled the trigger as the infrared was shut off. For Seth, the world went silent as the bullet escaped the barrel and soared through the air. He watched through the scope as the car idled at the stop light. Then a hole appeared in the windshield as the bullet penetrated it and went into the car.  The world found its voice as the back doors of the SUV opened and the two hookers in the back screamed in panic and ran out. The two front doors of the car opened and the two security guards jumped out with weapons drawn. Seth paid them no mind as he took the strap on the sniper and swung it so the gun rested on his back. He quickly walked over to the fire escape which was a simple ladder and he slid down it into the alley below. He took off his cowboy hat as he walked over to his motorcycle. He lifted the seat and placed his hat in the holding area before he closed it and placed his helmet on. He sat down on the Motorcycle and started it up as flames shot from the exhaust. He drove from the alley and onto the road towards Jinx’s shop to get paid. 

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Drake drove into the parking lot of the police station with his windows down and stereo blaring the new hit metal song. He sat in his car and let the music slowly die down before he shut his car off. Sure, it was illegal to blare music that loud, but what harm was it to blare that kind of music. [i]Who doesn’t like metal or rock[/i]? Blaring the other kind of music: the ones were every other word is a curse word or nothing but computer noises. He understood why that was annoying, but who could hate rock? Drake thought about it for a second before he opened his door and walked towards the entrance to the police station. He waved his hand in front of his face to get rid of the smell that now entered his nostrils. 


“Phew, someone brought their dog with them,” Drake said. He wasn’t a dog person and didn’t like the smell that came with it. He was more of a cat person, but he never got into that argument with people who like the other species. [i]To each his own[/i] his dad would always say. Thinking of his dad made him laugh a little. When he got the letter to meet here his dad joked that his pull in the SWAT team must have gotten him the invitation. His mother simply scoffed at this and argued it was her connections that got him the invitation. His parents were like that all the time: playful arguing and the occasional dick measuring contest to see whose department was better. That made Drake stop and burst out laughing as he remembered his grandfather’s quote: [i]if you’re going to start a dick measuring contest with a woman, you must have started out with the world’s cruelest handicap[/i]. He shook his head and continued to walk towards the door. He stopped midway in reaching for the door and wondered, “I think I have a little time.”

Drake stepped to the side of the door and leaned against the wall next to the door. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He took out his last cigarette and made a mental note to buy more. He placed the cigarette into his mouth and let it hang for several seconds between his lips as he tried to produce a flame from his lighter. He cursed several times before the spark finally caught and a small flame erupted from his lighter. He let it burn the tip of the cigarette before he inhaled and then exhaled a large puff of smoke. He chuckled to himself as he heard his grandmother’s voice yelling at him to quit smoking cigarettes or what she called them: [i]cancer sticks[/i]. He let out another puff of smoke as he checked his phone for any new messages.