I'm writing this, feeling nervous.
Michael gave me two names and told me it was important to remove them before the end of the week.
I looked at the paper with the names on it slowly and fearfully.
Damn, he's doing this this days, it's become a habit of his. He gives everyone elimination missions and waits for us to finish them before moving on to the next one.
Of course, he was working too.
Many members of our group have been arrested.
I've been investigated for several crimes, but the prosecution couldn't prove anything.
I've always wanted to be a cop. What an irony! But my body wasn't suited, and my mental state was such that I had nothing to think about except refusing.
I think they knew I was a serial killer before I even started killing.
Damn, the prosecution gave me that same terrifying look Michael had and said that no one could protect me but them, but Michael was protecting me.
And now I'm standing here with the elimination list in my hand, and it was for the police chief.
Without thinking, I told Michael I wanted lots of men and weapons.
He told me there was no problem.
I asked him what his crime was.
He told me he was a follower and that he was the one who closed her case.
I said, "Consider that bastard finished."
I thought about how I would do it. He was one of the biggest names I would face, and usually, Michael was the one who handled these kinds of eliminations.
I thought and thought, and the only thing that came to mind was assassination.
So, I sent a team to monitor him and uncover all his habits, his family's habits, their schedules, and so on.
One day, I received a report about him and his family, so I sent someone to take his son for a while.
I called the police chief and told him I had his son and that he should leave now, go here and there, and then go to a train. I told him not to hang up.
When he boarded the train, someone grabbed his hand and told him to follow them. When they reached a certain place, they gave him a narcotic.
You might think it was simple, and yes, it was very simple, but at the same time, it made it difficult to predict.
He was placed in front of me at the factory, and I asked They told him to wake up.
He asked about his son. I told him he was with his wife and had only been gone for two hours.
I tortured him a little and got him to confess to quickly closing the case to appease the minister.
I promised him I wouldn't kill his family, put a bullet in his head, and told them to put him in a box and send him to the hospital.
The story was all over the news.
Then I asked them about the second target, having already ordered them to do it individually.
They said they'd finished him off, then I called Michael and told him it was done. I asked him if he needed anything else, and he said no.
I asked him if he was coming home, and he said yes.
I told him I'd be back around midnight and bring some pasta.
I went for a walk by myself for a while, found a restaurant, ordered takeout, and went home.
At home, Michael told me he'd confirmed the date for the day after tomorrow and that I should get ready.
I told him I was ready.
Damn, I'm nervous and excited at the same time.