Week 21

Week 21
The assassin crept through the silent, dark alley. Silhouetted against the sky, he mumbled out a curse as he continued stalking the opulent prey. The prey abruptly stopped walking, as though apprehension was scratching like a fingernail at the back of the neck. The assassin gave a sinister glare boring belligerently at the prey, clenching his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white. This prey, the scion of a wealthy businessman who had some thirty million dollars in Texas oil, caused all his misery and destitution. Pondering no more, he launched forward, and with quick nimble movements stabbed his dagger deep into his victim’s chest. The victim gasped as blood trickled down his pale quivering lips. “Brother?” He blurted out incredulously. He fell over with a thud, his eyes still opened, muttering a fulsome apology, Teh assassin triumphantly roared in laughter. He was the only sole heir to his father’s wealth.
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