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My eighth and last contract
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The Blast. The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane. The blast had a huge impact on the row ahead and behind him. It was as planned. He should be dead any minute. I just have to collect my souvenir and leave the place. After all this will be my last contract. The blast had blown the spectacle glass to bits but the frame was still intact. It was twisted in wildways but it will do. I picked it up and moved towards the emergency exit. I felt an arm grab my legs. It was a young man who lost his legs. He needed my help to reach the exit. I wrenched free from the grip and exited the plane. Mission Accomplished.
One month before the blast. I woke up at 4 A.M. as usual. I like the peace and quiet that comes with that hour. After finishing my morning business, I started my physical workout. First, the warmup. Next, the 10 k run. After that some weights. Finally cool down. It takes about 90 minutes for me to finish this. If you haven't noticed I am obsessed with time and sticking to it. After shower and breakfast, I sat down to work. I spend most of my time researching for a novel that I wanted to write but it never materialised. Still it was a good way to spend the time. Around noon I checked my encrypted mailbox. For some time I haven't received any contracts. That was both good and bad. I wanted to retire a while ago. I had made sufficient amount of money to survive an apocalypse in my bunker. Still, for sake of completeness I wanted to complete my eighth contract. To my disappointment there were no...
The Blast. The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane. The blast had a huge impact on the row ahead and behind him. It was as planned. He should be dead any minute. I just have to collect my souvenir and leave the place. After all this will be my last contract. The blast had blown the spectacle glass to bits but the frame was still intact. It was twisted in wildways but it will do. I picked it up and moved towards the emergency exit. I felt an arm grab my legs. It was a young man who lost his legs. He needed my help to reach the exit. I wrenched free from the grip and exited the plane. Mission Accomplished.
One month before the blast. I woke up at 4 A.M. as usual. I like the peace and quiet that comes with that hour. After finishing my morning business, I started my physical workout. First, the warmup. Next, the 10 k run. After that some weights. Finally cool down. It takes about 90 minutes for me to finish this. If you haven't noticed I am obsessed with time and sticking to it. After shower and breakfast, I sat down to work. I spend most of my time researching for a novel that I wanted to write but it never materialised. Still it was a good way to spend the time. Around noon I checked my encrypted mailbox. For some time I haven't received any contracts. That was both good and bad. I wanted to retire a while ago. I had made sufficient amount of money to survive an apocalypse in my bunker. Still, for sake of completeness I wanted to complete my eighth contract. To my disappointment there were no...
