He had to remain cool. He had to keep his mind of the mission at hand. He would never deviate from his target.
A door opened. A single male and two females walked into the room. He was sure they were ladies of the night or dancers from the targets club.
The champain ran, music played as the females slowly undressed. The target becoming aware of their bodies as he, he waited for the right moment.
A phone rang, the females were evicted from the room with no grace as the target shouted down his phone.
He let a smile slip as he hung his phone up and slowly opened the door, the target looking out of his mansion window.
His breath fell silent as his smart shoes fell on the carpeted floor. He could ask for nothing better as he withdrew his silenced pistol from his side.
"What the," the target turned around, the only words able to pass his lips before he pulled the trigger. The target fell to the floor, a single shot to the head.
Silence. Nothing. His breath fell calmly, re replaced his gun and walked towards to open window. He did not turn back, he did not feel remorse, he felt nothing as he closed his eyes and heard one thing.
A soft gentle thump of his own heart beating in the silence of the hit.
"Target eliminated." He breathed into his own phone, he stepped onto the windows ledge and looked up, it was a beautiful night.
