What A Career

 

What A Career

The call centre agent once had a past job decades ago. This job was as a hitman doing hit on targets that deserved to die. He got the orders from an Army General. He was told what the target had done. This included a rapist who had raped a girl. It was good the hitman knew what the targets had done to give him more focus. Not too much anger to cloud his mind but enough. He used 45 pistols for the job. They never jammed and had great stopping power. Nobody survived or got up again after being hit by them. He done several hits himself and been involved in over a dozen others with his gang. They weren't like the frat members who proudly wore their t shirts. Those were all pussies. His was a prison recruited gang of smart hardened criminals. Often they got arrested on purpose to go meet a high profile prisoner for intel. Spending time in 'Colombia' as the jails were known. Yes the other crimes included drug production and smuggling. Both here in the islands and importing it from the usual places plus Red China. The communist turtle bastards were anti-drug but made billions from an illicit trade. Before the general one of the Red Chinky Chong turtles had been his boss. He'd simply ordered hits when he didn't like somebody. Make them disappear. A similar story to the rival turtle Chink on a different island. The ex-president knew that one and look at the trouble that had made. Both as mayor and then president. Drugs brought in big money but were dirty in their result. Money laundering was better. From producing high quality fake bills to investing legal money from gambling in new building projects. Next to gold real estate was the best financial investment. Of all his crimes the hitman enjoyed the hits. They were personal and solved real world problems. Yes there were risks but he was a smart methodical man. Right now he was a call centre agent. What a career he'd had.