Pernicious Practice Pt. 2
The boss has given me a serious one this time. This is a real personal matter. Something of utmost importance, and he has chosen me to be his enforcer. What a pleasure. I just pray to God I don't fuck this one up - or I'm finished. The boss'll have me eaten alive by pirahnas. Ah hell, what am I saying? There is nothing to worry about here. I was born without a face. Unless this crazy motherfucker somehow gets the upperhand, everything should turn out just fine. Simple blast, grab and run. Only catch is my mark is supposedly a homicidal maniac and the package is the boss' God damn daughter. The cherry on top is how he specifically requested I use his very own Us Remington Riot shotgun. That cannon going off will be louder than a firework factory explosion. In other words - gotta move fast, real fast. No time to pick up the cartridges or nothin'. I park on the other side of the street out front the mark's house. Something like six girls have gone missing in the past month and this son of a bitch has caused a real storm in the neighbourhood. The boss didn't like the whole deal in the first place, claiming he was insulting his territory and all that shit. Next thing you know, that ballsy moron snatches the boss' very own kid. He didn't take it too well at all. Boss had a few professionals look into it and they found the spot in no time. Don't ask me how, I'm just here to clean up the mess. I put on my black cap and a double-layer of latex gloves. I cock the shotgun, get out the car and walk across the street with the weapon alligned to my left side. The porch is highly decorated and well-maintained. Number thirty-seven, God I hope this is the correct address. I take a deep breath. Hold it. One blast to the doorknob with the shotgun and the door fucking catapults down the hallway. Holy shit. I quickly scale across the main stairway and left wall to what I presumed was the basement door. People are screaming from behind the door, time to shine. Not knowing if whether or not it was locked I kick the door down with brutal force and rip down the wooden stairway. A man is standing in a shroud of darkness across the putrid-smelling basement. Fuck that luck shit, strictly aim. While swinging the shotgun up to aim I drop to a kneeling stance and yell out "This is from Don Giovanni, motherfucker!". The mark raised his hands and said "No! Wait!". I licked off a shot right at his abdomen and he dropped liked a fuckin' beanbag. Serves you right. I look down and see a dead guy with a metal mask on his face and a scalpel sticking out his neck. What the fuck is this shit? The girl is screaming about something but I can't hear a word she's saying because my ears are ringing from the shotgun blasts. Forget it, gotta move. Blood everywhere. I tell the boss' kid to stay still and I shoot the chains strapped to her legs with the Remington. I'm weak from the overwhelming nervousness and find it difficult to pick her up. She's pretty badly hurt and the boss is gonna be pissed. Within two minutes I'm out of the house and getting in to the car with the girl. Then it happens. Police cruisers, three of them in a row, coming straight for me. The front door of the house is blown away and everything. I'm fucked. Can't give up now, you've gone too far. I start the car and accelerate past the flashing convoy, but the car in lead makes a U-turn right off the bat. Great, a pain in the ass car chase once again. I turn to the girl and say "Buckle up, purdy, and hold on tight." I rocket through the street and make a hard right turn on to eighth line. Right after I make the turn, another fucking cruiser flys right in front of me and I ramp off the hood, sending me directly in to the atmostphere. The girl and I squeal in unison. The car does a barrel roll and the roof collapses upon landing. Broken glass fills the interior of the vehicle and the seatbelts hang us upside down. The damn girl started screaming again. After ordering the girl to unbuckle her seatbelt I do my own and drop to the half-concrete, half-suede ground. I grab the shotgun and run around to the other side of the car to get the girl. The cruiser that started following me in the first place swerved on to the street and speeds past the other destroyed car. Two shotgun blasts eradicates the front mirror of the cop car and both officers are carried away, dead, by the still moving, aimless cruiser. I run to the side of some house and stash the shotgun in a plastic garbage bin. The girl catches up and stands obediently, waiting for my next order. I kneel down and say "One day, we will look back on this and laugh. Let's get going, sweetheart."