His hands were shaking; sweat was dripping down his face. John had never been this nervous. This was his first attempt as a hitman. He sat at his dining table, sipping on his glass of scotch. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. The room was dark. It was a hot night; he had a fan next to him trying to keep him cool as all the thoughts raced through his mind about this first kill. How was he going to do it? Would he be successful? He finished his scotch, put out his cigarette, grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

The hit was a local businessman who owed way too much money to someone powerful. John didn’t know this guy, he neither liked him nor dislike. But he was hired, and this is what had to be done. As he walked down the sidewalk on this warm muggy night, the sweat continued to drip down his face. His hands were sweating; there was no doubt he was nervous. He began to think back, why am I doing this? Why did I get into this business? He shook his head, cleared his mind and continued down the street to the target’s house.

As he approached the house it was completely dark. This was perfect for John, the target wasn’t home yet. He went to the back of the house to check the back door. Luckily, the target had forgotten to lock it. John slipped inside very stealthy and checked the entire house to make sure it was empty. It was. He went into the living room, closed the blinds, sat down in the chair, and waited. The target finally pulled into the driveway. As he walked in, John flipped on the lamp next to him.

"Hello, Arthur." 

Arthur jumped back quickly stunned by John sitting there.

"What the hell is this? Who the hell are you!"

John sat in the chair smiling; he was beginning to like this.

"Oh, I was just checking up on you." 

Arthur reached in and pulled out a pistol.

"Get out of my house!"

"Now Arthur waving that gun at me is not a smart thing to do."

John had his left hand near his hip like he was ready to draw, but really had his gun already out in his right hand lying next to his leg on the chair hidden from view. He went with his left hand acting like he was drawing getting Arthur to pull up, and with one quick motion he pulled up his right hand with his gun ready and shot him right between the eyes. He walked over to the body and knelt down. 

"You make me pull, I’ll put you down."

John walked out of the house and back down the street into the darkness.

Vargas was passing by when he saw his friend Justified telling the crowd a story about a assassin named john... Vargas approaced the crowd and started to listen to it...

''Ha! That must be a real story, theres lots of people owing the big fishes in the streets...'' Vargas thought to himself while he was trying to light a cigar...