Harvey was sitting around his office sipping away on a glass of whiskey as the phone starts to ring, he wasn't expecting any calls as all his Business fir today had been conducted...He picked the phone up placed it to his ear.

"Good evening Harvey, I'm a friend of a friend, I have a job for you, you'll need a team, and you'll need a plan...

There should be a envelope coming with a young boy as we speak, it'll have all the information in there. 

Have a good day harvey, I'll be in contacted once you've done what I've asked."

Before he could say anything the line went dead, then three loud knocks ring throughout his office, being the paranoid sort, Harvey grabs his 45. And heads to the door, keeping the barrel pointed at head hight, as he swings the door open a little street child stands in the hallway, looking like he was about to piss himself, Harvey grabs him by the collar and drags him inside, taking the envelope and sitting at his desk to read the contents.

Good evening 

Inside this envelope you will find all you need to pull this job off 

It's simple really, I need the police chief to take a trip he won't want to return from

You'll be rewarded handsomely I don't care how you get it done, as long as it gets done.

​​​​​​​​​​Harvey places the note aside and tips the envelope upside down, and out comes a photo of the target, a location, and $100 for expenses,

He sits behind his desk, thinking, he didn't need a team for this, assassination was his specialty, after all he was a professional Marksman,

Then the young boys stomach grumbles... Harvey stands up and looks him up and down, the boy was small, no older than 15 his parents obviously poor, ​Reminds himself of when he was a kid, Harvey's parents weren't the richest in the old country, but they didn't have much, he walks over to the boy and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go grab a bite to eat, I got some work to do and your tagging along... you'll be paid.

Finally get some good food in you, and some nice clothes to match. Maybe give a bit to your mother."

48th street 

Detroit

​​​​​Local Café

Harvey walked a few blocks away from his office with the small boy at his side, they walk a little more until they get to the local Café, He​ pulls a chair out for the boy, then walks around the table and takes his own seat, a waiter comes over with his pen and pad in hand.

"What'll you be having?" 

"I'll take a bacon sandwich, eggs, and a soda, the boy will have the same"

"Yes sir, coming right up!" 

He says as he writes the order down and walks back into the Café, Harvey looks at the young boy and smiles, 

"Listen kid, I need something from you, I brought us to this Café because it's across the road from where I need to be, that there, it's the police station, I need you to do me a favor, a man should be getting out of a black car in about 30 minutes or so, he should have a briefcase with him, I need you to do that, okay?" 

The boy just nods and looks around.

half an hour pass and the car pulls up right on schedule, the boy doesn't say a word, he just gets up and walks up to the black car, and Yanks the briefcase and runs, half of the police force Chase after him but he's too fast, his little legs just keep running and he hits down an alley, the police lose him, out matched by a boy...this Force is shameful...

The boy pops around the corner a few minutes later and places the briefcase on the table before sitting back down and digging into the food that just arrived. 

Harvey takes the briefcase and slides it under the table, and begins to eat his food.

After finishing his meal Harvey puts a few notes down on the table and a few more in the boys hand he rubs his head, takes the briefcase and heads back home to go over the contents.

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Harvey walks back into his office, placing the briefcase on his desk, before taking a seat, he opens up the case, files and photos come falling out, slowly sifting through the contents, he comes across the police chiefs weekly schedule, perfect!

Harvey pushed everything else aside and sat reading the schedule, looking for perfect time to carry the hit out, it took him awhile but he found it, every day at 9:00am the chief likes to go to his local sandwich store and buy himself breakfast, but how could one kill a police chief, in public, and get away clean? It couldn't be your usual run up and shoot him in the face sort of deal, no, it had to be precise and professional. 

He took a cigarette out from his desk and lit it up, thinking how he's going to pull this off, he'd done plenty of jobs in the past, but never someone so high profile, this was going to be a true test of his skills, but he knew that it was possible. 

Harvey picks up his phone and dials a friend.

"Hey, Terry? Sorry, Mr Logan. 

It's me Harvey, you still in the old country? 

Good! I need a favor, remember that case my father had, yeah, his war stuff...

I need a rifle out of it, yeah, the one with the scope...

I don't care about the cost, just get it here Uncle, yes, okay, send my love...

Goodbye"​​​​​

Harvey hung up the phone and awaited his delivery, his uncle never took long to him anything, after all he was the infamous Terry-Logan...

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*BANG BANG BANG*

​​​​​​Is what Harvey woke up to, he rushes to the door grabbing his 45. Along the way and hesitantly opening the door...No one was on the other side, Harvey poked his head out into the hallway but no sign of life there either, he looks down and saw a brown box just left on his doorstep...then it hit him, his uncle Must have delivered the package...

He picked it up and walks back into his apartment, placing it on the table before ripping it open and emptying the contents onto the table, it was a rifle, and a damn good one at that, it already had confirmed kills on it, Harvey's father was a crack shot, that's how he learned, that's how he can kill anything put in front of that scope.

But today was the day, today he killed himself a police chief... today he becomes a legend.

Harvey grabs his keys, and leavea, heading towards the police station, there was a Café across the road, the perfect vantage point.

Afew hours pass as Harvey drives to downtown Detroit, he parks his car behind the Café, climbs up the ladder and sets up his rifle, the barrel barely hanging over the edge, he waits and waits, until he sees the black sedan pull up in front of the police station...he holds his breathing, and steadies the scope, waiting...

*BANG*

One single shot rings out and the police chief falls to the ground, Harvey doesn't hesitate, he picks his rifle up, slides down the ladder, and into his car...

Some Say he was caught, some say this is not the truth...but one thing is known... Harvey continues to kill....

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