Lightning crashed and rain started to fall as Louie walked into the door behind a dumpster in a dim lit alley way.

"Have a seat. I know why you're here.", said the plumpy man behind the desk, wearing a pricey suit as he puffed his cigar. Louie ignored the man.

"You were paid a fair amount to do this I'm sure.", said the man.

"A man has to make the right choices in life to survive and you chose wrong.", Louie camly replied as he began putting
on his black leather gloves.

A troubled look came over the man's face as he watched Louie put on the second glove and pull his trench coat open and
reach for his pistol.

"We can talk about this can't we? There has to be something to change your mind!", exclaimed the man.

"I will pay double, no no, triple the money offered to you if we can negotiate a deal.", the man stated.

Louie looked at the man with interest as he loaded one round into his pistol. Louie thought to himself, 'This guy is either
stalling me because he has someone on the way to aid him or he is serious about his offer'.

Louie glares at the man and asked, "What do you propose?"

"Fake my death!", exclaimed the man. "I'll pay triple in cash, give you ownership of my night club downtown, and I'll hire
any protection that you will need if you will just walk away."

Louie raised his right brow and stared at the man with no protection of his own. "That seems like a deal that can't be
refused.", said Louie. "You must really value your life to be offering so much of your personal possessions."

Louie pulls a silencer from his trench coat and begans attaching it to his gun. "Wait, wait, wait!" said the man beginning
to panic. "I...I..ha..have a shipment of weapons cargo coming in on tuesday at midnight, it's all yours aswell."

The man frantically begins counting out money. "There is seventy thousand here on the desk and another hundred thousand
in the safe there on the floor." stated the man.

Louie looked at the safe and then back to the man. "I'll take the seventy thousand in the briefcase.", said Louie.

Relieved after hearing what Louie said, the man closes the brief case and turns it to Louie and wipes the sweat from
his brow. Louie takes the briefcase and turns towards the door.

Before Louie exits the door he turns and says, "Oh and by the way, I wasn't paid. Compliments of the Scottish Mafia,
you fat bastard."

'ZIP' 'ZIP'

Louie shoots two rounds into the mans forhead and walks away.

Excellent work loui well done.