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I look down the two way hall and see dead people lined across the floor and blood with bullet holes on the wall.

"Woah. don't have to get psychotic do you Joe! I was just about to go to your warehouse and get the next contract. You don't have to shoot me," I staggered at him.

"No no. I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to give you a big contract. I will pay you two million dollars if you kill the president. And his family," he says

"Okay. I have a couple of questions. One: where in the heck do you get that kind of money. Two: why the president. I'd kill him but not his twins."

"Because he killed my family. He is the one who did this," he says.

He lifts up his hat and I see a gigantic scar slashed across his face leaving his eye look one way. He puts his hat on.

"When you kill him I want you to stab him slowly and let him suffer an ultimate fatality."

"Are you in?"

"No."

"Okay. Don't come crying to me when ever his family ends up mysteriously dead."

I pick him up by the front of his suit against the wall and say,"I swear. If you even scratch them. I will kill you the same way you wanted him dead. And then you will be the one to suffer an ultimate ."

"Why so serious?"

"Because I have suffered this and pain. My daughters both were shot in a
robbery about four years ago."

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