NationStates Jolt Archive

Rosen Farm, Maine 20 miles south of Portland

A black sedan pulled up in front of it. It paused for a few seconds, before driving into it. A very unlikely sight in this part of the country. The Black Sedan parked near the door, serveral black suit agents opened the door, and soon, a old man came out from it, he walked up to the door and range to door bell.

"Hope he is at home." he said.

Yassen walked over to the door.
He opened it and looked out. He didn't recognize them.
And they had a black car. Shit, he could take them easy.
"Who are you?"

"Hey! Yassen, long time no see. Remember me? Im George Spadder, your old boss. I need your help." said that old man.

Yassen memory snapped back. He sighed.
"I'm retired, George. I don't do that shit anymore. Remember?"

"Look Yassen, my new assassins are a bunch of dumbfucks, I need the best and your one of the best on my list." said George Spadder.

"Anyway here is the deal, I want you to get rid of this guy here. His name is Lukas Pwdoski, a Polish fuck who was behind the Four Dragons Casion raid back in 1998. He lives at St. Merlin's street 465, he comes home at about 1930 hrs everyday, and leaves for work at 0830 in the morning everyday." he said,"i'm sure you will get used to the old feeling. I will be leaing behind a black Honda Civic, it has all the things you need to take care of him in the boot. Oh uea, and do some work-ups, you will need it. I will be waiting for your answer at 124 Harbour Street, Portland. If you don't show up, I assume you are going to leave this big opportunity behind."

Spadder walked out, slamming the door and drove away in his black Sedan.

Yassen shook his head and walked over to his kitchen table. He opened one of the bills and read it.
"Shit."

A few hours later, he was at 124 Harbor Street. It was raining, which kind of suited the mood. He looked around for George.

George soon appeared.

"Looks like you have made a good choice." he said, rather pleased, "I have booked a pretty decent apartment for you. Its about 5 blocks from here, 127 Harbor Street. I want him dead by the end of this week, its more than enough time to prepare."

Yassen nodded.
"How much are you paying?"
He had his base plan worked out, 5 days of planning, the rest for the actual assassination.
"And where does the poor bastard live?"

"He lives at St. Merlin's street 465, I hope I won't have to repeat myself." he said, "and I will be paying you around $2600? I will only pay you once he is down."