"Thanks" I replied with out looking at the mirror I was standing in front of. The mirror barely noticed.
The lines, once smooth where now their for everybody to see. Even though I had seen them a million times before I could never seem to see them change. Time robs you slowly I mused.
A car door slammed outside. Then another. I could hear footsteps walking on the fine gravel driveway outside. They made a beautiful noise as the 'toe taps' attached to their shoes to protect their fine leather souls, contacted the gravel, slightly scuffing it with each step. The sound of the shoes reminded me of weddings or funerals I had attended, when everyone was in suits and other finery. I always loved that sound; it made me think I was an adult when I wasn't or a professional when I was a 'mere amātor'
There were three of them. And they meant business: there was a quickness in their step that telegraphed their intent in no uncertain words. I could almost see their designer suits that attended the shoes. Grey or dark blue, if I wasn't mistaken, fitted perfectly accept for the slight bulge on left side of the buttoned jacket. Or the right side if they were left-handed. It always pays to wear your 'tools of the trade' when going to the expense of a tailored suit I thought, not much point otherwise. In our trade, detail is everything!
There was a pause as my 'soon to be guests' arrived at the front door. I imagined them looking at each other as they deciding who would ring the bell. Clearly, they were all the same rank with no boss in sight. They were here to do a job and nothing more.
Now that they were closer, I could make out distinct thoughts coming from each one. The shorter of the three, (his internal dialogue gave his height away!) was bitter about his colleagues even suggesting to himself that he was far better at his craft than they were. "I could take both you cunts and the mark before either of you could say 'boo'", he carelessly thought. I quickly seized on that thought and gently pushed at a small but ever-present paranoia that was always in men like him.
I straightened my collar as the doorbell rang. The other two minds where more average than special, although one was more cautious than the other. Both men's minds were solely on the job and had no idea of the short man's disgruntled mindset.
I pushed slightly more at the short man's dark side as I buttoned my shirt up, adjusting my collar as easily as I was adjusting his mind.
The doorbell rang again but this time it lasted for longer. I lightly caressed the cologne on my hands and slowly smeared it over my clean-shaven face being careful not to bruise its expensive scent. I wasn't so gentle with the short man. I mentally shouted at him how his colleagues were going to get him killed and that he could take them both and say it was me! I whispered to him to take his piece out, just to be on the safe side.
I looked in the mirror and slightly tousled my hair as I heard a raised voice from outside say "Hay what the fuck are you doing"
"Perfect," I said to the mirror while "DO IT" I though yelled to the short man.
There was a muffled pop as the silencer did its job quickly followed by another. A sickening thud as one of the man's bodies must of hit his head on the concrete step, as they two went down.
I put my jacket on and did the button up while seeking out the guilt in the short man's mind...
" there's no point in living now is there! You will never get away with it! And bluntly I finished it off with: " END IT!!"
I turned and started towards the front door and heard another muffled pop just as I was opening the door.
I stepped over the three lifeless bodies and walked over to their car which was still running and got into the drivers seat and drove off. Why use public transport when they so graciously gave up their car I though with less than a smile on my face but still the lines...