After waiting 1 1/2 hours behind his place of work, I was growing restless. My buddy rolled up and let me stake out in his car. Only 2 minutes went by when I looked up and spotted the manager of the adjacent building cheifing with Jake on the roof. We exchanged greetings and I asked if I could come up. Before reaching the roof I saw my target heading into a room to grab a spoon. I moved swiftly and plunged my spoon into his stomach. He went out like a champ. A real gentleman of bloodshed.
"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."
-Mark Twain
