Easy Money

No one was at the 'Geneva Silo' when the alarms went off. The night guard that evening had gone missing and a new employee had been called in. The man was called "Guschave". He was about 56 with long curly hair. He had fair skin and very short sight. He had been a guard for his whole life, once as a highly recommended 'FBI Agent' but now a part time night guard. He had been in Los Angeles when the news had arrived, but he knew that it would be worth the few hours in the car. Ever since his gambling problem had started he had been stuck for money. He was being payed $500 for staying in a tatty old building for 6 hours. It was easy money.

Everything had been allright for the first 2 or 3 hours, except, when a young group of kids decided it would be funny to throw some bricks at the wall. He did managed to scare them away with the threat of Pepper Spray though he couldn't chase them as he was so old and he was losing his speed and stamina.

It all happened after just 11 O'clock. He was patrolling up and down the western wing checking the Safe room, the Staff room and finally the Missile Launch room. As he peered round the corner of the Main Intel room he noticed something strange. A cloak rushed past his line of sight.

"What was that" he thought.

He walked in. Slowly he checked his surroundings. It was gone.

Creeeakkk

He turned around. Where was he. The whole room was becoming black. He couldn't breathe. His muscles were stiffening. He could feel himself lose consciousness. He looked down. His chest was covered in blood and a metal bullet submerged from the center. He looked around. There in the corner. There was a man. His vision was now gone. He collapsed on the floor.

A few minutes later the alarm went off. The cameras that monitored the hallways were no longer functional and all security measures had ceased. The thief had planned it perfectly.

He had killed off the guard, knowing that they would find a new substitute. The new guard wouldn't know as much about the Museum as he did. It was an easy task: Watch through the windows until the guard left on his patrol. Then climb through the third floor open window. He would then enter the security room, kill all the cameras and carry on along the hallway. He would go into the Presidency room and steal his profit. The accident in there had been only a minor setback. The body could be destroyed immediately.

His accomplices knew that he would hand over the Item and that was why they hired him. He was known as the "Silent Successor". He would soon be one of the most used Hit-men in the world. He had been part of a Mafia as a young teenager but they didn't pay well. He felt no pain for himself or

the many others he had killed. For this mission he was being payed $500,000 to sneak into the Silo and steal the Object. It was easy money.

The next day on T.V the story came out. A freak Night Guard has been reported as stealing a very important object from the 'Geneva Missile Silo Base'. He has left no sign of any ransom or blackmail and his whereabouts are still unknown. His name is "Guschave Retior" and if you see or hear from him contact the authorities immediately.

The assassin switched of the T.V as the news changed to an Oil Spillage in The Atlantic. No-one knew his real name and thats the way he preferred it. He had been born a farmers son, in Mexico and had moved to the U.S, under the bonnet of a van, crossing the border between Mexico and U.S.A. Him and his father had got into an argument and he had left the house. He had travelled the country until he met the Mafia in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

The assassin's orders were to meet up with his accomplices on the Golden Tower Bridge at midday. His theft object had been a small suitcase with a metal padlock. He didn't know what was inside, he didn't want to know. the minds of terrorists did not concern him, all he wanted was the money.

12.00 O'clock. The assassin pulled up to the bridge slowly and cautiously, sometimes these sort of deals turned ugly. 11 black cars were parked in an oval on the eastern side of the bridge. This must be a big issue he thought, they seem to have a small army. A man stepped out of the closest car. he was about 6"1 and had a head full of hair. His face was filled with scars and bruises and he walked with a limp. He looked as if he had been the target of a war.

"You mind me asking what the package is?" asked the Assassin wearily.

"A bomb," the man replied in a matter of fact tone

The assassin was surprised normally his customers didn't tell him what it was he was delivering. Something was wrong. Two men stepped out of the car.

"Here is your payment."

The man pulled out a 50.cal pistol and shot the assassin straight in the head. He then tossed the body over the bridge, his closest man walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"The target is ready, Colonel. The whole population of London will be destroyed in the blast."

"And the radiation"

"Millions, if not billions of lives will be lost, Commander."

"Good, very good, now we are having fun."