A Story

prt 3

I ran away, going on solo hitman missions for a while, by then I had no family or friends left (like max) even Luke was out of reach. I was mentally unstable and had $599,812 on my head, why they didn’t make it $600,000 I have no idea. I as out of cash and resorted to theft, I lived on a diet of some homeless guy called bob’s trash stash and canned beans from Coles. I got sick of it, I wanted to get away. I decided to go big and steal $6,000 from the doctor’s clinic, I regularly went there and knew the place like the back of my hand.
On December the 19th 1994 I went big I had planned it perfectly, I knew I would get away with it. First I disabled the alarms and checked they were off by throwing a rock at one, all clear. I then shot all the cameras out with a silenced pistol. I walked around the perimeter and unsheathed my knife, silently taking out all 3 guards. I broke through the window and fell into a table, I got up dusting myself off, looking around in an attempt to get my bearings. I walked over to the main corridor, taking out the last guard and pulling off the vent grill, I tightened my gloves and climbed in. it was horrible in there but it was the only way. When I finally got to the right exit my hands were lathered in sweat but I didn’t dare take my gloves off, I kicked out the grill and jumped down, god they made it easy for me, I pulled out a crowbar and levered the cash register open, I collected my reward and ran.
It was a great success, the police called it one of the hardest cases to crack ever, and I was quite good at crime, ironic when I had spent the first 20 something years of my life fighting it!