"You know why I like killing you bounty hunters? You company men. You dogs? Is that when I am done. I never exactly feel bad. It is a void like I am doing the world a service."
A simple pull of the trigger. Bullet holes through each on of their heads. He just sat there with a cup of coffee. Smoke, blood, and the wonderful dark roast filled the air. He sipped the coffee and placed the money on the table and made sure to tip double.
A small war zone what was left in the small bistro. Screams panic and terror. But that always seemed to follow him. It was never far enough but it was always breathing down his neck. It was part of the territory with living the life. However, this idea didn't stop him. He was the best that they had trained. The best that was developed. He stopped their whole special forces and trained their superiors. So to take him down.. they would need any where near miracle to stop him.
He simply put his cigarette in his mouth and struck it slowly. He took in a deep breathe of ash, cancer, and relief. It made everything feel easier as the wind started to blow and his scarf hit the wind. His trademark scarf. If he just got rid of that he could be a freeman. But for some reason he enjoyed being marked. He enjoyed still killing to live just not for a living.
Life always has an ironic way of showing comedy.
Walking one cold night through France. He had a small Croque-monsieur in his hand, and he walked to see a little girl huddled close to a fire. He bent down and offered her a piece of his sandwich. He gave his usual normal smile as he adjusted his oh so remarkable scarf.
"hello there little girl.. what's your name?"
She only took part of the sandwich and smiled. As she took a big bite of the sandwich. She ate like somebody was going to take the sandwich from her, and after only after she was done eating did she answer. She had a belly full and she was going to properly introduce herself.
"My name is Miracle."
Boom.
She dropped the gun. She only put her hands in her pocket and pulled her hood over her ears. It was nippy night. She had a few more jobs to do tonight. Miracle was the reminder that there was no such thing as salvation from the Agency.
