Things Caught on Film
She saw nothing wrong with meeting for criminal purposes, but she did see something wrong with attending late to a meeting like this. She tapped her long fingers impatiently on the tabletop, making soft thumps with her finger pads. Finally, she saw his car pull up and she looked at her watch: an hour late. She closed her eyes and sighed before taking another sip of iced tea.
He smiled at her as he entered the café. She raised one eyebrow as he sat down.
“You’re terribly-"
“Late. Yes, thank you, I know.”
She nodded slightly containing her pride. She was slightly impressed by his polite behavior, but she had seen it all before.
“Well, what did you ask me here for?” he asked leaning heavily back in his chair.
“A simple job for an assassin like yourself.”
“Let me just mention now that I don’t do jobs that will ruin my pride.”
“That’s understandable,” she said laying down a manila folder on the table. The tab was labeled “Secret.”
“We’re going to have to ask for your absolute digression in the matter,” she said as he pulled out black and white photographs. He involuntarily sneered in disgust at the things caught on film.
“That is precisely why we need you to take him down.”
He paused and set the rest of the photos down on the table. “Just let me know when."
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