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Just Another Day on the Job

Updated on April 28, 2020
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I aspire to publish a Scifi/Fantasy novel series one day, perhaps a graphic novel series. Until then articles will suffice.

Back to the Ole Grind

You know what they say, "Another day another dollar!" and the truth in that statement continued to sicken me as I thought of my tasks for the day.

Luckily, I had prepared all my tools the day before, loaded them up in the trunk, and all that was left to do was carry out the job for the boss. The boss didn't like it when I was late to a job, so I threw on my clothes without taking a shower and made my way out to the car.

I always have to check things numerous times to be sure; had already woken up once in the evening, worried I forgot something and rushed to the trunk in the dead of night just to double-check. The triple-check before leaving for the job site turned up a missing tarp and going back into my garage I realized I hadn't picked one up; I was pissed.

The job required it, and though I am absolutely loathe to head into town for any reason, I knew Bair's was open this early in the morning.

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Ugh... People

I pulled up to the parking lot across from Bair's at about 6:49 AM, the overcast was still in the air and everything was grey and damp. I could see old man Bair tending to his tool display in the window as I walked up. The bell to the shop rang as I entered, and I went directly to the paint section to grab a tarp.

Old man Bair, the blind and deaf bastard he is, didn't even know I was in the store until I slammed the tarp down on the check stand.

"Jesus Christ," he yelped out as he spun around gripping his chest, "you trying to give me a damn heart attack?! I didn't even hear you come in!"

I didn't acknowledge him, was too busy digging in my pocket for my wallet.

"You're up early!" he said with a grin, ringing up the tarp and taking notice of my attire. "Dressed in all black, and quiet, too! What a ray of sunshine you are!"

I dropped a twenty on the counter intoning, "Keep the change, old man," and made my way out of the store before old man Bair could try my patience any further.

After loading the tarp into the trunk and doing one last quadruple-check of my tools, I was on my way. It was going to be a long drive out to the coast, so I threw on my travel mix. Just a bit of classical pieces to keep my mind focused, but at ease.


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How Lovely

It was now 8:52 AM, and I had arrived at the job site; some refurbished, mint green cottage thing that reminded me of mint chocolate chip ice cream. I hate mint chocolate chip ice cream, which was going to make this job all the sweeter. Such a tacky color scheme.

The boss had asked that I do this up close and personal, so I parked my car across the street in the woods a good 270 yards away. The access road running through seemed lightly traveled, and the bush was thick enough to obscure sight of the car. Not like this place was busy anyways, but always better to be safe than sorry. I pulled my tools out of the trunk, did a little functionality and preparedness check, and I was ready to finish the job.

I made my way to the front door of this ice cream house and gave it a good knock, a beautiful, young Russian woman answered.

"Hello!" she said with cheerful energy in her voice, "May I help you with something?"

Her cheerfulness was like nails to a chalkboard on my ears, I matched it to the best of my ability, "Why yes, is Mr. Petrovich home? I'm a client!"

My focus was now shifted over her shoulder at a man walking down the stairs, all I could see was a silhouetted figure.

"Of course," she said and turned around as if about to yell, but said surprised, "Oh, honey this man says he is here to see you. He's a client."

Before Mr. Petrovich could respond I planted a bullet in the back of this lovely young woman's head and her body went limp faster than I expected. The cracks of my next three shots drowned out the sound of her teeth clacking across the floor after what was left of her face smashed into the ground.

Mr Petrovich's lifeless body littered his classy mahogany stairs with blood as it slid down to the entryway. I threw my backpack down on the floor with them, and closed the front door so I could wrap up the bodies. Before doing so, however, I put one more round in the head of each; I told you, I check things multiple times just to be safe.

When I was finished I went and brought the car around back, loaded them up, and I was once again on my way.

Now I bet you want to know where I went, and what I did with the bodies, but that isn't important; you'll probably hear about it on the news when the time is right anyways. All you need to know is that the job was finished and I was on my way to report it to the boss.

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Just in Time

Picked up my casual car after dropping off the job vehicle, and stopped by the old warehouse to see the boss. That stupid sign outside always confused me, "Retail space available," it says, but no phone number to contact anyone. Who was I to question the boss's methods anyways? I was just a flunky.

Walking into the warehouse office, full of cigar smoke and old Italian classics playing on the stereo, I said confidently, "Job's done, boss. Close and personal as you asked," and all that asshole did was raise his hand as if to brush me off rather than acknowledge my effort. Luckily, he only had Vinny on that day; I took both of their lives into my own hands, and grabbed all I could from the boss's valuables when I was finished.

The cigar in the boss's hand set his ugly, red silk rug on fire and the warehouse went up in flames as I walked out to the front. On the old Roman numeral clock it was showing 10:58 AM, and my work for the day was completed with a rumble in my tummy.

"Just in time for lunch," I said with a sigh, heading toward my car. "Maybe I'll get some cannoli for the kid on my way back."

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    • Kyler J Falk profile imageAUTHOR

      Kyler J Falk 

      3 weeks ago from Corona, CA

      Thank you, John, I couldn't figure out how to end it with a zinger but if this cut it for you then I'm happy. I'm very bad at both starting and finishing stories by my opinion, either opting for too much "day to day" activity or going out with a sizzle instead of a bang.

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      John Hansen 

      3 weeks ago from Queensland Australia

      A gruesome and well-written story, Kyler. The hit man could not have been painted any more cold and callous. Killing of his boss and associate was a surprise ending.

    • Kyler J Falk profile imageAUTHOR

      Kyler J Falk 

      4 weeks ago from Corona, CA

      Venkatachari, I appreciate your compliment!

      I tired my best to offer something with a few twists, turns, and dips.

      Thanks for reading!

    • Kyler J Falk profile imageAUTHOR

      Kyler J Falk 

      4 weeks ago from Corona, CA

      Thanks Jack, this story is based around family of mine and put into Bill's photo challenge format.

      Speaking of behind bars, the man who arrested my grandfather became my grandfather. Then I found out my new grandfather was not only acting chief of police, but a pedophile as well!

      Never a dull moment....

    • Venkatachari M profile image

      Venkatachari M 

      4 weeks ago from Hyderabad, India

      Very interesting story. A crime thriller.

      I appreciate your talents in spinning stories.

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      Jack Shorebird 

      4 weeks ago from Central Florida, US

      Very deceptive. I was had. Wondered why he parked so far away... I thought the boss might kill him in the end, but oh no... Reminds me of a few criminals I have had the pleasure to keep behind bars...

      Great story all the way through...

    • Kyler J Falk profile imageAUTHOR

      Kyler J Falk 

      4 weeks ago from Corona, CA

      A series of lovely questions, all of which have a definite answer. Is it not better to wonder for yourself? I don't think so, but some do!

      As for pissing me off I'd say I'm quite stoic and discerning as it concerns such actions as those mentioned in this story. I'd never lay a finger on you, you're too precious to me!

      I'd sooner take a bullet for you than put one in you! Hahahaha!

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      Shauna L Bowling 

      4 weeks ago from Central Florida

      Kyler, I had a feeling the protagonist was a hit man, but wan't prepared for his callous precision. Although, I guess that would definitely be a desirable personality trait when applying for such a job.

      After killing four people in cold blood he was ready for lunch and thought of picking up a sweet for his kid. Makes me wonder how he is at home. Does he put on an entirely different persona? What does his kid think he does for a living?

      Nice job of the challenge, Kyler. But remind me to never piss you off!

    • Kyler J Falk profile imageAUTHOR

      Kyler J Falk 

      4 weeks ago from Corona, CA

      Thank you, Ruby, I'm very happy to hear my deceptions took you to such a place in your mind. I really hoped at least one person would think he was going there to paint the house! This was definitely a fun little piece to write.

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      Ruby Jean Richert 

      4 weeks ago from Southern Illinois

      Kyler, you pulled off the role of a killer magnificently. I had no idea your character was on his way to snuff out the lives at the house, I thought you were going there to paint it. I was spellbound throughout and completely surprised. Great job!

    • Kyler J Falk profile imageAUTHOR

      Kyler J Falk 

      4 weeks ago from Corona, CA

      Thanks Bill! It was fun to take part in your challenge!

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      Bill Holland 

      4 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      That was a busy morning for sure. I like a man who takes his work seriously, you know? There is too much shabby work being done, so reading about a pro who really cares was nice. lol Great story!

    • Kyler J Falk profile imageAUTHOR

      Kyler J Falk 

      4 weeks ago from Corona, CA

      @Genna: As a member of a prominent Italian family I figured I couldn't get away with leaving out the cannoli. It's a cliche deserving of its place in any good Italian fiction, hahahaha! I'm ecstatic to hear that I delivered the tone as I meant it, wanted everything to come of cold and as if the character was annoyed to even be taking part the entire time.

      I greatly appreciate you reading, and even further your generous comments!

    • Kyler J Falk profile imageAUTHOR

      Kyler J Falk 

      4 weeks ago from Corona, CA

      @Meg: Yes, definitely went for the whole, "anti-hero," or, "villain with a golden heart," vibe on this one and I think it played out well. At first I was thinking of something grand for the main character, then I decided if I dulled the action to one harsh scene, but tugged curiosity at the end, it would have a better effect on the reader. I'm happy to hear I hit my mark as far as complexity.

      Thanks for reading!

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      Genna East 

      4 weeks ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Sorry, but I meant to add that I loved the inference to The Godfather..."Don't forget the cannoli.."

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      Genna East 

      4 weeks ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Wow! This is the way it's done, Kyler. When the main character was dressed all in black, we can't help but wonder why as he arrived at the "job site." Then the "up close and personal," and hiding his truck. And it just gets better from there. Loved the deadpan tone, the twists and turns, and how nothing is ever as it seems. Well done!

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      DreamerMeg 

      4 weeks ago from Northern Ireland

      Amazing, just casual violence and the thoughts on "just a job". Yet I could see that this "hero's" psyche needs to check and check things and at the end, he is going home to a kid and thinking about their lunch. A complex character.

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