Diary of a hitman

I cautiously surveyed the roof top and not seeing anything out of the ordinary I proceeded to the edge of the roof. I tired off my rope which I dug out of the bag that had mysteriously appeared on my back. I began to scale down the side of the skyscraper, the mirrored windows did me little or no justice to see where or what floor I was around. In a split second decision I decided that I had gone far enough. I kicked off of the building and fired one shot into the window directly in front of me shattering the glass instantly and left me swinging into the building and landing flat on my back on top of the broken glass. I was in... again.

I saw a sign on the wall that read 'Floor 47, Room 65' I could not have planned that better if I tried, then an odd thought came to me, on floor 46 there was room 35, so in 45 floors there are only 34 rooms, and between 46 and 47 there are 30 rooms. Then I noticed a sign just below the first sign that read 'Shut up we know, the rooms are all messed up.' what an odd sign, I thought.

I kicked open the door expecting an army of guards, there was nothing not even a camera. Holstering my guns, I walked to the directory sign. 'Stairs right behind you' This is a very odd building. 'Army of guards, Floor 48' very odd indeed, I chuckled.

I turned and walked down the stairs. Floor 46 was dimly lit an it looked as if a neon sign flickered down the corridor, I cautiously walked to the end of the corridor lined with doors. I turned the corner and found exactly that a big neon flickering sign that read 'Room 35' another beside it that just had a big arrow pointing toward the door. This place is weird! I said softly. I knocked on the door, not wanting to be rude. 'yo come on in eh' a male voice came with a heavy Italian accent.

I opened the door to see a big Italian looking guy well dressed in leisure styled clothes,

'What can I do for ya?' he asked

'Are you Steven Briggs?' I asked keeping it strictly business.

Maybe, what's it to ya?' He asked while leaning up against the window.

BANG BANG I slowly raised the gun so it pointed straight up in th air. I knew it was him and a few years before i may have talked with him for hours just to make sure, but i have found that if they say maybe or just what's it to ya, he's the one. Back in real time, Steve didn't move he remained there, head hung low,
I could see the window behind him was cracking in every direction. i walked up to him, he raised his head slightly. I straightened his unbuttoned shirt and stepped back 'There now you look good' I then gave him a swift kick to the chest, launching him out the window.

I then proceeded to scale down the building using the rope that i had used just a few minutes ago. As I descended I began to be able to see my Lamborghini but something was wrong it didn't look right but i could not tell what. As I descended more I was able to see what was wrong it looked as though two big rigs ran into it at high speed, it was folded in half like a wallet. It was Briggs he landed right in the middle of my car totaling it completely. 'Well there goes my security deposit.' I said quietly, looking for a new ride.

Finally I found one a bright green and pink limousine. As I approached the car I was able to make out the words 'Myra Limited Edition' written on the back. I opened the back door to find the most beautiful young lady sitting cross legged in the back.

[added note]

I love Italians there accent is so rich, in dialog it is absolutely fantastic, please do not hold anything that i write against me, I do this only for your entertainment if you like it i am happy. Thank you Frank J. Bushee

Cano I can't seem to find Transporter at the store.

She was oddly dressed in all black and a black turtleneck sweater, she looked like she had just come from robbing a bank. It was a sweltering 90 degrees outside, despite the fact it was 3:30 in the morning. She eyed me from above her sunglasses. 'Are you going to stand there all day or get in?' The young woman said inquisitively, I quickly scrambled into the limo and it instantly took off, throwing me into a seat next to the young lady.
'Headquarters called and asked me to check and make sure that the job was done this time, needless to say they weren't too happy about Johnny getting away' she said. 'And when I told them that you were so clumsy that you throw your target on top of your own car...' she paused to giggle softly. 'They told me to give you a lift.' She said seeming very unaffected by my presence. I then got up and moved to the front seat so that I could face her, As I sat down I heard a sound of crumpling papers. I stood up and picked up the papers as i sat back down I recognized the logo of 'The New Haven Stock And Trade' and a big red stamped word 'PRIVATE' and another that said 'TOP SECRET' and the cover letter said 'company secrets that a 2 year old could blackmail us with.'
'So you just went to make sure that the job was done, huh?' I asked.
'Now when did I ever say that?' she said grinning.
I didn't reply i knew enough to know you don't argue with a lady, ever and she was right she never said that. We rode in silence for at least an hour.
'So where are we going?' I asked.
'The airport.' she stated quickly
Two minutes later we arrived at the airport, I got out and walked around to the door she was closest to. She rolled down the window and handed me an excessively taped up box. 'I don't understand, what is going on here?' I asked almost at wits end.
'You will' she said slightly grinning
'So, what's your name?' I asked, trying to buff up my appearance by flexing my muscles slightly.
She looked at me, grinned again then signaled to her driver. the car slowly rolled away.

I quickly rip open the sealed box to find a cell phone and an odd looking key. I turn on the cell phone and it immediately starts ringing,

 'Hello?' I answered.

'Bushee just inside the airport, in hanger 2 you will find an F-18 Super Hornet. Steal it'

'10-4' I answered closing the phone. I then opened the phone and pushed the numbers, 3370# and pressed send set the phone in my pocket. Finding nothing left to do but follow directions I left to find the gate. It wasn't too far from where I had been left so I continued towards it with the bags of guns and toys. Then I saw it, a guard standing at the gate. Well this makes things easier. I thought. I walked to the middle of the gate so that I was less than a meter from the guard but still about four meters from the gate. Hmmm he said nothing so I walked directly up to the gate. Still nothing, He is quite involved with what he is doing or something. I pulled the cell phone out of my pocket opened it and again punched in 3370# and hit send waited for exactly one minute then closed it and set it on the huge padlock on the gate. I quickly ran across the road and hid in the ditch. 3-2----1 nothing 'well that is odd now what the...' BOOM The cell phone exploded blowing open the gate. The guard didn’t move, not an inch. I checked my watch 03:42 hours; I quickly pulled out one of the 9mm’s and fired two shots into the guard. He didn’t move. I walked over to him and waved my hand in front of him. It was a cardboard cutout of a guard.

Strange I thought as I walked through the gate, I proceeded to the hangar labeled #2. I pulled the humongous doors open to find a Maserati MC-12 with an attaché case sitting next to it.

Sorry it took so long for this update.

Just as a notice the story The Diary of a Hitman has now been copyrighted Bushee 2008, please do not copy and paste without giving credit, all cases will be brought to my lawyers attention.