Walking the streets I find there is no thrill in the chase anymore.

People wanting to know where you are for and easy kill.

Hell don't be a bunch of pussies look for your target and earn a good kill.

Enough said, get down off the soap box and walks to the Airport ....again

Death isn't the source to your solutions, Tommy.

No sir it never is ;]

Just busy elsewhere at the moment

Madness sat a few seats up from Mr. Thompson on the airplane. This way she was able to hear whatever the man said to the person next to him. She didn't know if this would be useful information or not, but if it was that she wouldn't regret sitting in front of him than behind. Mr. Thompson was a peculiar man, even for her. 

Their destination was Miami, but Madness picked up his trail back in Detroit. Mr. Thompson has spoke on the streets of motor city after he stumbled from one of the automobile manufacturing plants. His knuckles had been bloody and their was a shiner on his cheek, though, Madness had a feeling the other guy looked worse. "An easy kill." The contract had said. Mr. Thompson may have been a boxer in his youth, but an old man was an old man. 

When the plane landed, Madness exited before Thompson, but followed him out of the terminal. Instead of going straight to the taxi bay, Madness followed Thompson into the men's room and strangled him as the man was taking a piss. 

Goodbye Mr. Thompson.

She hissed in the mans ear as he took his dying breath. Madness let the body slither to the floor and exited the restroom. She found her target, she earned her kill.