Beau Lawry buttoned his jacket up as he stepped out of his truck. The Beretta Bobcat 38 holstered in his back was barely noticeable, as were the multiple knives he had. The weapons were a precaution against the agency he worked for. He was an assassin by trade, but knew the agency he worked for would have no qualms with pulling the trigger on their own agents.
He proceeded into the building, nodding to the attendant at the desk. He hit 19 in the elevator, and waited as it slowly brought him to the offices of a company that looked like it was an architectural firm, but was in fact one of the largest companies in the world dealing in death merchants. He nodded to the security guard. They didn't bother checking for weapons, since everyone here carried them.
"Mr. Lawry, good to see you again. The job in Cuba turned out well," his boss said. No one knew the man's name, but they figured that it was for the best. If a name of an assassin was learned, it usually meant you had very little time to live.
"It worked out I guess. Perfect confluence of events and all that bullshit," Beau said. He took the offered envelope, then the briefcase, and walked out of the room.
"Oh, by the way Beau. Nice job with the clean-up," the boss said.
Beau just shook his head and turned to walk out. He rode the elevator back down, then walked to his truck. He drove a little ways to an abandoned parking garage and went in. As soon as he was parked, he removed his 38 and holstered his 45. The 38 was nice when he needed to be quick and hide it well. The 45 was his primary weapon for self-defense.
He opened the suitcase, quickly counting out the $5 million in unmarked, non-sequential bills. It didn't really matter, since he had a legitimate architectural license, and the company was known to have amazingly high, "legal" salaries. He quickly closed the briefcase, then looked at the new target.
It turned out he was now to take out a European official in broad daylight. Apparently he was causing quite an uproar in a very conservative nation. A radical even by this time's standards. Beau shook his head then dialed a number, punching in a code to show he accepted the contract on the target.
He proceeded into the building, nodding to the attendant at the desk. He hit 19 in the elevator, and waited as it slowly brought him to the offices of a company that looked like it was an architectural firm, but was in fact one of the largest companies in the world dealing in death merchants. He nodded to the security guard. They didn't bother checking for weapons, since everyone here carried them.
"Mr. Lawry, good to see you again. The job in Cuba turned out well," his boss said. No one knew the man's name, but they figured that it was for the best. If a name of an assassin was learned, it usually meant you had very little time to live.
"It worked out I guess. Perfect confluence of events and all that bullshit," Beau said. He took the offered envelope, then the briefcase, and walked out of the room.
"Oh, by the way Beau. Nice job with the clean-up," the boss said.
Beau just shook his head and turned to walk out. He rode the elevator back down, then walked to his truck. He drove a little ways to an abandoned parking garage and went in. As soon as he was parked, he removed his 38 and holstered his 45. The 38 was nice when he needed to be quick and hide it well. The 45 was his primary weapon for self-defense.
He opened the suitcase, quickly counting out the $5 million in unmarked, non-sequential bills. It didn't really matter, since he had a legitimate architectural license, and the company was known to have amazingly high, "legal" salaries. He quickly closed the briefcase, then looked at the new target.
It turned out he was now to take out a European official in broad daylight. Apparently he was causing quite an uproar in a very conservative nation. A radical even by this time's standards. Beau shook his head then dialed a number, punching in a code to show he accepted the contract on the target.