I wobbled my throbbing head... Big hit last night.
An intensifying heat rested in my neck, slowly feeling a crisp under my sweat. No matter the burn, I remained Stalvos E. Vismund. Under such an identity, I stood across the motherload - Cygnus Tyler. He was known for his legal thievery. My scam? Learn from the master, of course. It was a matter of beating around the bush. Nothing could be spoiled.
"I believe your proposal is as important to get me out of work?" He stood, crossly under his black umbrella. He couldn't seem less defenseless. "Ha, quite important." I pulled out a cigar, pointing it to him. He shyed away, allowing my lightin of it and taking in the smoke myself. "I've got a good deal under this belt, good sir." I continued puffing. "Well hurry it up, it's boiling!" His mouth was running off edge, into a good breaking point of mine.
"The Unison's got their leader under wraps, I hear. Completely idiotic. No power under the comrades. I'm here to tell you this..." I ejected the cigar from my mouth, "... because the duty you're under can kill this jerk and see this group fall from the top down."
"How do you say it will work this way?"
"If you haven't realized, anyone and everyone will have a good view of their leaders' insides from the rear. Merely because of what they can pay." He scoffed, "... So with a team you've got, taking care of this guy will be a breeze. Once done, the peons won't have pay. And without pay..."
"... Chaos." He looked away, pondering. "Bingo. So. You up to it?" I returned the cigar to my mouth. "Slight risk don't you think? They've got a tight family, but I'd say they could make a good strike back in hand. Who is their leader?" I smiled. "His name is Selba Oliander." I looked at him.
"Hm..." He continued thinking. "He's been a thorn in their side since the beginning. He's got a record, but..."
"A record? ... No no no. I don't want police on me." He closed his umbrella.
"Afraid of the Po-Cops, eh? Fine with me. You've got a reputation to uphold, I assume?" "Quite the reputation! One that doesn't need to be dirtied by such a snivelling group that can't handle such a problem!" Haha. The act is over.
"Well it's about time we wrapped things up then. I reccomend you don't see what may happen next..."
I stabbed the cigar into his eye. His bloodcurdling scream hinged him back, grasping his face. In this time, I jumped into my car and managed a break for home. A shot was fired, going through the back tire, but still treaded on to my broken down apartment.
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Cygnus Tyler was found dead earlier today. Beaten to death, the coot.
The Unison actually had a strong pact under their leader, so my plan was to use such power to kill off a man that had taken the innocent's money. Under my disguised name, my meeting with him was to persuade him to kill the leader of The Unison - but the name I gave was not the leader. After secretly recording the conversation beyond telling the name of this "leader," I provided this recording to The Unison. To their ears, they believed he insulted them on a continuous failed hit - on Selba Oliander. That was bait enough to kill him, a man insulting the group already under such fire. As for the role I played... Undetected suspect of the killing.
I reached for my whiskey flask, downing it as I overheard the news talk about Tyler's oh so tragic death. Can't wait to see his banking activity fall onto the praisers ears.
This was my job - Undercover for no one, but the community. I will not be known, just to find ways to rid those stealing fingers through trickery and tactic. I am Escaut Gerseman, mercenary hitman.