I slam on my brakes of my newly purchased vehicle, and park two blocks from the restaurant. I am cautious of other drivers, and dare not get my newly car damaged already. I reach over the passenger seat, and reach for my umbrella that is slipped underneath the seat. I quickly open the door close it and then sprint down the two blocks, and into the restaurant. I order an seat across from my targets table, and order a coffee, and a piece of pie. I grab the weekly newspaper and use it too cover my face from my target. 

Donald sits with two of his guards that are gigantic compared to him. He sits, and brushes the leftover sauce from the finished steak he just ordered. He stands up and leaves the table and enters the mens bathroom. The two guards sit and start an conversation about their worthless lives. I stand up and enter the bathroom a few seconds after Donald enters, and go to the nearest urinal. I take a long piss and wait till he leaves the stall. The steak may of not settled very well as he was in there for almost ten minutes. This slightly worries me as this could peak the interest of his guards since he is taking his sweet ass time. He was over to the sink to wash his hands after he just used the bathroom. I grab an rusted wrench from may pocket, and wind up gathering momentum with my right hand as it drops onto the back of his head and he collapses beneath my feet. I step back and let him crawl and let him think he has an chance. 

I swing down with the wrench hitting Donald right behind the back of the upper thigh and he grunts in pain. I then swing again with the wrench and it lands on the back of his head and Donald ceases to move. I then grab the wrench and continue to slam the wrench to his head until I stop from sheer exhaustion. I then put my wrench back into my pocket and leave the bathroom as if nothing happened. I leave the table and leave an five dollar tip as I thought the waitress did an great job. I drive off and continue along as normal, with no remorse and no fucks given.