PART 1
So I'm in some random Starbucks in the middle of downtown Las Vegas typing this out for reasons that are beyond me. I guess that if I die I want at least someone to know what happened to me. You're probably getting the impression that I am scared for my life, but you would be completely wrong. In fact I'm having the most fun I've ever had; this is by far the best game I've ever played. Now enough of my babbling, let me indulge you on why I hired a hit-man on myself.
So it all started about 4 weeks ago. I'm sitting in my office bored as all hell staring blankly into my computer, counting each individual white pixel on that god damn screen. As I'm staring off into space, enjoying the peace and quiet of my own little world, I start thinking to myself "How did I end up this way? My life has boiled down to me sitting in this fucking cubicle for 8 hours a day, eating, and sleeping." I sure as hell didn't grow up thinking, "Boy I'd sure like to spend the rest of my life filing acquisitions for some soul draining corporation!" I mean I make good money, sure, but I don't even feel human anymore, it's like I'm just going through the motions. I have no kids, no girlfriend, no family that actually want anything to do with me; I'm completely alone. I need some adventure in my life again, some excitement. Fuck anything is better than what I'm doing right now. I was snapped out of thinking how pathetic my life was by my annoying ass boss asking me if I had finished with this weeks paper work. I hadn't yet, but I lied and told him I did. He told me in his "I'm superior to you" tone to have it on his desk tomorrow morning. Ya I'll get right on that, you self centered prick. I finished up with the form I had been working on and turned off my computer. It was 5 PM, signaling the end of another meaningless day.
I got home and started thinking about what I could do to make life a bit more fun. I went through the usual ideas of a vacation, moving to a new city, maybe even a new car; yet they all fell short. I needed something really fucking crazy to go down, I wanted to drop a bomb on my former life and really get shit started. I started fucking around on the deep web, looking at all the illegal shit that they have to offer. And then I saw an ad that said "Have a problem in your life? Hire one of our cleaners to take care of it at Cthulhu's resume". Now my interest was peeked. I checked out their website and it was a site to hire a hit-man. Then a thought popped into my head, what if I hired a hit-man on myself. It would be like a game of cat and mouse, and the punishment for getting caught would be of course, death. I was curious to see what their guidelines were, and to see how far they would go to eliminate a target. So I emailed them saying I had a problem I wanted to get rid of. Within 3 hours I got a response back, informing me of all the details of the business and the range of prices it would cost me. I didn't respond right away, allowing myself time to think carefully of what I would be getting myself into. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. This was the ultimate adventure game, like a real life video game. I would have someone that would spend night and day hunting me down, and I would have to spend all my time hunting them down. The first person to find the other wins, and the loser dies. It was perfect.
So I went into work the next day, knowing that it would be my last day there. I did what every cubicle monkey dreams of doing, I told my boss that he can go fuck himself, told the smoking hot receptionist that I wanted to bend her over her desk and fuck her brains out, and destroyed every last form and file I had in that shit hole prison just to make things harder for all the douchebags I worked with. Then I got to work on setting everything up. I went out and bought myself some new toys at the local gun store. Bought myself a new 9mm glock, a PS-90 assault rifle, and my crown jewel, a Barrette 50 cal. sniper rifle. I also stopped by this nifty little spy store in my city and picked up a few things. A few objects with discrete cameras in them that allowed me to watch them through my phone, bug detectors, and a voice changer. I then took $30,000 from my savings account and converted it into Bit-coins. After all that was completed, I contacted the man who had first emailed me and gave him all of my info, and told him that this man would be very hard to catch as he travels a lot, and that he may be armed. I told him that I didn't want just one of their regular cleaners on this job, I wanted the best they had to offer. Shortly after sending the email, I received a message back informing the that they would send one of the best, but it would cost a bit more. He also said that as soon as I sent the payment they would get started. The last line of the email he sent me made me realize shit was going to get serious very quickly "Just a quick warning for you, once the payment is sent and confirmed there is no going back. The job will be taken care of and there's nothing that can be done to stop it." Perfect. I sent the payment immediately, and got a conformation email back that it was received and that someone would be sent out the next day to my location. Now the real fun can begin.
So there's the start to the huge shit show I created for myself, and like I said it's been loads of fun. I've been in this Starbucks for about 2 hours now and I need to get going as I can't stay in one location for to long. I'll update tomorrow with the rest of my story so far if people are interested. Wish me luck
PART 2
Still alive n what not. I need to clear some stuff up with you guys before I get into my story. First off, a lot of you have been doubting the fact that I got a 50 cal Barrette sniper rifle without a waiting period. The reason I was able to obtain it to easily was because the state I bought the gun in is a very lenient state as far as gun policies, and on top of that the owner of the store was my neighbor so and he knew that I had wanted one for the longest time as I have an interest in long range shooting. So all I had to do was get a simple background check and fill out a good amount of paperwork and it was mine. Secondly a few of you are saying stuff like "You're not going to last a week." If you had read even the first 2 paragraphs of my first entry you would of known that this has been going on for about 4 weeks now. I've had a few encounters with the man and I'm hoping to finish this up in the next few days. Anyways, lets continue.
So I had just gotten conformation that my payment was received and someone would be sent out the next day. I started packing all the belongings in my apartment that I would need as I wouldn't be able to return until after this was all completed. I packed about a months worth of clothes, all my electronics that I would need, all my guns and spy gear that I had bought myself, and a few other miscellaneous items like toothbrush and shampoo. Once everything was packed up I went over to a friends house that had an older car for sale that was registered to his name. I asked him if I could trade him cars for reasons I couldn't get into, and gave him $2000 to just keep my car in his back yard and look after it. I figured if this hit man agency was any good they'd look up my DMV records and know what kind of car I was driving and my licence plate which would make me a lot easier to find. He agreed and told me to look after myself and to be careful. So I set out back to my old apartment that night to put all of the things I had packed up into the trunk and back seat. I also set out a little note on my coffee table in the living room that said "Tag you're it!" just to fuck with the guy and to give him a little heads up that this wasn't going to be an average hit. What fun would it be if he didn't even know that this was a fun little game? I now had everything I needed to go on the hunt and a car that couldn't be traced back to me. Before the day ended I went to walmart and picked myself up a prepaid smart phone and then dismantled my old phone so I couldn't be tracked via GPS. Before it got too late I also stopped by the little spy shop again and picked up a magnetic GPS locator. You know the kind that Walt and Hank from Breaking Bad put under Gus Fring’s car to follow him. After that I was fully ready to do this. No turning back now.
I went back to the area around my apartment around 11 pm and parked about 2/3 - 3/4th of mile away to wait. No way I could stay the night there and allow that guy to get the drop on me while I was sleeping. I sat on the passenger side of the car to make it look like I was waiting for a friend to come back to the car and to not freak the people out who lived in the apartments I was in front of. They said they'd be sending him out the next day so I had to sleep in the car and wait for him to arrive. I went to sleep around midnight and woke around 7 AM. I took out my nice deer hunting binoculars and waited. And waited. And waited. I finally got hungry enough to convince myself I needed to eat so I went to a little fast food joint and picked up a few burgers. I went back and parked in the same spot I was before. It was around 5 PM at this time and I figured this guy wasn't going to come during the day so I fucked around on Reddit for a few hours until it got dark. I finally got bored of Reddit so I went back to watching my apartment. Around 10 PM I watched an all black car with dark tinted windows, I think it was a Chrysler 300, pulled up a few hundred feet from my apartment on the other side of the street. It look a bit fishy on a count of that it had out of state plates and I'd never seen it in my neighborhood before so I started to watch it. It just sat there for about 10 minutes, presumably checking out my house, then it drove away. "Huh, well that was weird." I thought to myself as I had the biggest grin on my face. I knew that was my guy.
I tried to sleep that night and maybe got a few hours in around 1 o'clock, but I was so excited with anticipation that I couldn't get a full nights rest. I woke up around 3 - 3:30 AM to check everything out. So I started fucking around on Reddit again to pass the time. Around 4 AM the same black car pulled up in the same spot it was before. About 2-3 minutes of waiting there, the lights shut off and a man got out. He was a bigger guy around my height (6' 0"), but way bigger muscle wise. Dude could definitely beat the shit out of me in close quarters combat, so I knew I couldn't let that happen. The guy was also dressed really nice in a suit. "What a fuckin stereotypical hit-man." I thought to myself. I noticed I had the biggest grin on my face again, I felt so alive. The man walked across the street and sure enough went up to my apartment. He took a key out his pocket, put it in the lock and slammed on it with this small metal brick thing. I knew it was a bump key. He then entered my apartment and shut the door behind him. About 30 seconds after he did that I used the binoculars to focus in on his license plates and wrote down the number. After about 5 minutes he came out and put something in his pocket, I'm pretty sure it was his gun. He also had something else crumpled up in his other hand. He threw it in the gutter, got back in his car and drove off. I waited about an hour and went to go see what he threw out. Sure enough it was the "Tag you're it" note I left him. I started laughing hysterically and knew this was going to be a lot more fun than I could ever hope for.
I went back to my car to try and catch a few more hours of sleep. When I awoke the sun was already up, it was around 8 AM. I drove off to another one of my buddies house who worked for the DMV to get some info from him. He wasn't there so I went to his work to find him. After about 15 minutes when he was in between helping people I walked up to his counter. He was surprised to see me and greeted me with a "What's up man?!" I sat down without saying anything to him and slipped him the piece of paper with the licence plate number on it. "What's this?" he asked. I just looked at him and said, "Don't ask questions, I need the info of the person who these plates belong to." "Dude I can't give that information to you, I could get into a lot of trouble." I pulled out about $200 bucks from my wallet and slipped it to him and said, "Please dude this is really important, this guy wants to kill me and I need this information, my life depends on it. Here's 200 bucks I know you and your wife have been hurting for money." He looked at me with a really serious look and muttered under his breath "Fuck man..." He took the money and put it into his pocket and started typing on his computer. He then got up from his chair and told me he'd be right back. About a minute later he came back with a few sheets of paper. "This is everything I could get on the guy." I looked at him again with a really serious face and said, "Don't mention this to anyone, even your wife. This guy is really dangerous and I don't need you getting involved, and make sure no one can trace back the fact that you looked up this information." He looked back at me and said okay. As I was getting up to leave he just said "Take care of yourself man, and be careful." I told him that I would and that I couldn't thank him enough.
I walked back to my car and started studying the piece of paper, and once again had a huge grin on my face. I now had a bunch of this guy's info in my hands, I knew who I was dealing with. I'm not disclosing the mans name due to concerns for myself and his family so we'll just refer to him as "Mike". Mike was 35 years old, and was registered to an address in Arizona. Like I thought it was a black Chrysler 300.
Now that I had the info I needed it was time to stake out my house a bit more. When I got back it was around 1 PM, and I parked a bit further away this time. I sat in my car for about another hour and when 2 PM rolled around I saw the same black 300 roll up about 2 blocks away from my place again. Further away than the last time, but close enough to watch the place thoroughly. I was only about a mile away from him and he didn't even know it.
So the Burger king I'm in is pretty much dead now and I've been here for quite awhile. I'm need to get back to my hotel and start planning some... stuff. I'll try to post tomorrow when I get a bit of free time around 5 or 6 PM. Until next time lads, until next time.
PART 3
not sure if I'll be able to update tomorrow, and if I do it'll be later at night. Why you might ask? It's Mike's last day on earth, the day he gets a bullet in between his eyes or through his chest. Anyways enough of the semantics, let's get started.
I had just gotten back around the area of my apartment, and had seen Mike parked down the street from my apartment. At this point, I was done just watching him trying to watch me all day. So I decided I needed to test his abilities out. I went a few miles away to an old Motel six. I walked in and a nice older man was running the front desk. I walked up to him and asked if I could book a room. He said yes that would be fine, so I paid with my debit card. I also handed him an envelope and told him if he saw a man wearing a suit, about my height asking for anybody, to had this envelope to him. He stuttered a bit trying to get out that he doesn't do that type of thing but his attitude changed real quick when I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him. "Oh of course sir, if he comes in I'll give to him." I then went about another 5 miles away to another Motel Six and paid for a room with my debit card again. I handed this lady another envelope and pulled out a hundred and described Mike to her. "If he comes in here, just hand him the envelope and he'll leave. She handed me my room key and I left. I then went across the street to a bit nicer motel and booked a room with cash. The room was on the second story and had a clear view of the Motel Six across the street. You might be wondering what was in the envelopes, and why I booked 3 rooms. Well first off, I needed to see if they were monitoring my bank accounts, and secondly, I wanted to see what his reaction would be when he finally realized that I led him to two dead ends. The envelopes were just 2 pieces of paper; the first one said "Try again" and the second one said "So close yet so far away". Now to just wait.
I got up to my room and took a shower cause I desperately needed it. I then set up one of the hidden cameras that I had bought from the spy shop out side my room facing the entrance to the front desk of the motel across the street. I went back inside and waited. About 2 hours later wouldn't you know it, the black car pulled up into the parking lot. As it sat there I looked at the GPS tracker I had bought a few days prior and knew I had an opportunity to put it on his car so I could track him. The only problem was if I even attempted to get close to his car he'd know I was there and might even start shooting at me. I pushed the curtain of the window to the side and looked around, and saw a couple of teenagers on bikes fucking around in the parking lot of the motel I was in. I put on a baseball cap and went down stairs trying to face away from Mikes car the whole time. I walked up to a soda machine that was down stairs and yelled at the kids to come over to where I was while waving a hundred dollar bill in the air. After all I'm sure those kids would love some cash to fuck around with or buy some pot. After looking at each other they came over to me and asked what I wanted. I pulled the GPS locator out of my pocket and told em if they wanted to make a quick buck, all they had to do was wait for the man in the black car across the street to get out and walk into the lobby of the motel and hide it underneath the bumper somewhere where he would have a hard time finding it. "How are we supposed to do it without him figuring out what we're doing?" one of them asked. I thought about it really quick and said, "Just ride your bikes behind the car and one of you pretend to fall, then as you're on the ground stick it underneath." They all looked at each other again and snickered, and agreed. I turned it on, and handed it to one of them. I then handed the $100 bill to another one of them. As he grabbed it I held on to it, and he looked at me with a questioning face as why I wasn't letting go. They all looked back at me and I looked each of them dead in the eye and said, "If you kids just run off with my GPS locator and my hundred bucks, I will find each of you and kill you and your families. I'm not the type of guy you want to fuck with, got it?" Their smiles quickly faded, and they all nodded. "I'll be watching from somewhere to make sure the job is done. You boys have a nice day." They slowly turned back around and rode off across the street, not knowing what I had just said was just a bluff. I took the back stairwell back up to my room. As I got in to check the camera I had planted, Mike had just gotten out of his car and was walking across the parking lot. Just as he entered the check in building of the motel, the kids entered the cameras frame. Just as they got near the back of the car one of the kids fell and I saw him reach his arm underneath the car. He then got up and they rode off. About a minute later I saw Mike leaving the motel lobby. He opened the envelope, read the paper, and then crumpled it up and threw it on the ground. He then got out his phone and called someone while walking to his car. He got in and left after putting the phone back into his pocket. I had another huge grin on my face knowing I was slowly winning the game. I got onto my laptop and watched the little red dot slowly get farther and farther away.
About an hour later I decided to go check up on what Mike was up to, hoping to find the location of where he was staying. I drove to the area where the GPS locator was stopped at. I parked about a half mile away and started walking to his location. It was a little parking lot for a Mexican food restaurant, but as I scanned the parking lot his car wasn't there. I walked up to the front of the restaurant, and could see by the entrance there was a little manila envelope. I walked up to it and opened it. All that was inside was my GPS locator and a note, that said "Tag, now you're it." My smile and thoughts were cut short as little hole exploded out of the pillar I was standing by. As I ducked behind the pillar, another hole was created in the brick wall that was now in front of me. Fuck he's shooting at me. "Where's the sound of the gun though?" I thought quickly. He must have a silencer. Shit shit shit shit shit. I completely fell for his trap, I'm such a fucking idiot, what the fuck do I do now?
I pulled out my 9mm and peaked my head out from pillar. I couldn't see him. Fuck. I had no choice but to run, he was closing in on me. I ran into the restaurant, went though the kitchen as a whole bunch of Mexicans were yelling at me, and darted out the back door. I ran down the ally that the back door led to, my adrenaline pumping. As I neared the end of the ally I heard something wiz my me tearing the side of my shirt. Almost out of the ally I ducked behind a big metal dumpster. I chambered a round, popped out a bit and shot twice at him. A loud ass BANG BANG sound shot out as the bullets exited the end of the barrel. Fuck everyone around is going to hear that, and this guy has a god damn silencer so he doesn't need to worry about that. I need to get the fuck out of here before the cops show up. I darted out of the ally and as I rounded the corner I heard another bullet strike the brick wall. I looked back and saw a huge chunk taken out of the corner. I ran and ran as fast as I could back to my car, trying my best to make sure he didn't follow me. As I got in and took off I looked back to see Mike running around the corner looking around trying to find me. For a guy of his size in a suit, he sure is pretty damn fast. I then hit a red light with a few cars around me, and I could still see him running in my direction trying to look for me. I could tell he still didn't know what kind of car I was in by the way he was frantically looking around. He kept getting closer and closer until finally he was right beside me on the other side of the street. The only thing that was between us was another car in the left lane. COME THE FUCK ON LIGHT! TURN FUCKING GREEN! I was fucking hysterical at this point, the man that wanted to kill me was about 15 feet away and all he had to do was look hard enough through my tinted windows and he'd know that was me. He then continued walking and pulled out his phone. Right as he hit the street corner the light turned green and I fucking gunned it. As soon as I knew he was away from me I started laughing louder than I've laughed before. I was so close to death, and yet I never felt... more alive. This is exactly what I needed, and I already couldn't wait for our next encounter. Only next time it would be on my terms.
I got back to my motel room and got upstairs. I sat down on the bed and started thinking about what had just happened, and planning my next move. I was such a fucking idiot for falling for that trap. He had to of seen those kids plant that thing, or he had some kind of bug detector like mine that could find planted electronics. I didn't know which one but I did have a few pieces of valuable information. They were monitoring my bank accounts, he has a silencer and is not afraid to shoot in public, and from what I saw he's not bad at his job I had just gotten extremely lucky that I switched cars and he didn't happen to see me. I collapsed on the bed exhausted as the adrenaline wore off.
About 15 minutes had passed as I lie on my bed contemplating everything, and I got a phone call. I looked at my phone and it was a number that I didn't recognize from a 480 area code. I answered. "Well hello there, you left so soon we didn't even get to play." "Who is this?", I asked like a dumb ass, I knew who it was. "Don't worry about who I am, it's yourself that you need to worry about." I started laughing. "Ohh, Mike my buddy it's you, I don't thi--" "How do you know my name?" he snapped. "You shouldn't interrupt people while they're talking Mike, it's quite rude. As I was saying I don't think I need to worry about myself too much. I'm 'it' now though, so I'll be seeing you soon." I said. A few seconds of silence followed, it sounded like he was in a car. "You'll be seeing me sooner than you think." and then he hung up. I don't know what he meant by that but I needed to get the fuck out of this hotel and into a new one. I wrote down the number he called me on and I packed all my stuff up and got out of there as quickly as I could. As I was leaving all I could think of was how the fuck he got my number. I threw the phone out the window and kept driving. As I was driving away I saw his car pull into the motel parking lot I was just at.
Anyways once again I need to get going. This bar I'm at called the Blind Tiger is packed but I've been here for too long, and I need to get back to my hotel. I also need to start prepping for tomorrow. Thanks for reading guys, until next time.
PART 4
I ended the last update with me driving away from the motel parking lot, and after a few seconds of me pulling out, Mike pulled in. If I had left even a few minutes later he would of caught me in my room packing my shit, or me packing everything up into my car. Did he think I was an idiot that wouldn't change places after he ended our conversation with "You'll be seeing me sooner than you think."? Or maybe he's having just as much fun as I am with this game. After all you don't take up this line of work without at least partly enjoying killing people. I'm probably giving him the same rush he's giving me, in that he probably doesn't expect his clients to actually go after him or even know that he's coming.
Anyways I got to my next hotel and took a shower I desperately needed again while singing that stupid fucking Iggy Pop song I-G-G-Y Who dat who dat and shaking my ass. It's like a fucking brain parasite and the only way to get it out is to sing the song of its people... or some shit, I don’t know sue me. After I got out of the shower I passed out on the bed after having almost been killed a few hours prior. When I woke up I knew I needed to get going again, after all I was 'it'
I went to Walmart to pick up a new phone, and some supplies to make a few suppressors (Yes I said suppressors instead of silencers, you happy now gunfags?), anyways as I was walking down the isles watching all of the fat ass Americans on their scooters because they're too fucking lazy to walk I started contemplating about how Mike even got my number. I picked up my new phone and a few cans of cheesewiz, along with a few other supplies for my suppressors. (And no I'm not getting into how I made them I just pulled the first guide online that showed me how and they were a real pain in the ass to make. A few of your guys suggestions on how to make em seemed a lot easier.) Anyways as I was checking out I took out my cash and looked at the phone I was about to buy. It dawned on me that when all of this started I paid for my first throw-away phone with my card. I'm such a fucking idiot that's probably how he tracked me down. I paid for everything and got back to my hotel. The first thing I did was do some research to see if it was possible to get a phones ESN / MEID number just from a purchase. It turns out it was possible to do, it just was a difficult process of going though Walmart's purchase database, or the phones manufacture database. Fuck another mistake on my part, if I keep fucking up like this I'm going to end up dead. I took the rest of the day to make the suppressors for myself, and they turned out pretty good. Except for the huge fucking cheezewiz mess I had to clean up. I now had one for my 9mm and one for my P-90. After all that was done, it was dark out. I wanted to see if Mike would some how be able to find me with no card activity or cellphone at his disposal, so I waited.
A day passed by, then two, then three. After about a week and 3 hotels later, I figured he was only able to track me when I used my card or slipped up somehow like anyone who doesn't know a hit man is following them would do. Unless he was watching and studying me the whole time, which I doubt he was doing. By the end of the week of sleepless nights and constantly looking over my shoulder, I was almost completely out of cash on hand. I knew I needed to hit a bank or an ATM, but as soon as I withdrew some cash from my account they would know I did, and the location I got it from. After a bit of thinking about this I figured I could actually use this to my advantage. So I set out to surprise little ol' Mike, after all a week prior he set me up, so I figured it was time to return the favor.
I traveled about 30 minutes to the very outskirts of North West Las Vegas. I found an area that seemed perfect, my bank on one side of the street, and a desert with lots of boulders and Joshua trees on the other side. As I was surveying the area, on one of the corners near the bank I saw an ATV with a "For Sale" sign on it. I went to the door and rung the bell. A nice typical suburban dad answered the door with a his little girl right behind him hugging he leg and looking up at me. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Yeah, I actually saw that you had that Yamaha ATV for sale, and was wondering how much it was." He told me it was $1500 bucks and I told him that I was interested. We shot the shit for awhile, and he told me about his family and that they just had another little girl, so he had not the time or money to keep this thing around. "My time of fun and fucking around is on hold for the moment I guess." he said laughing a bit. I laughed back and while I was looking at him I kind of envied him. If I had a girl I loved a lot and some little ones that meant the world to me I wouldn't be doing what I was currently doing. But that's neither here nor there. Sorry I'm rambling. I told him that I was interested in getting it now and asked if it was okay if I ran to the bank to grab some cash. He told me that was fine and he would be waiting out side. I got to the bank and as I was about to put my card into the machine a thought grabbed my attention. As soon as you pull out this money, you're going to be on a time slot until Mike comes and checks out the area. I mentally prepared myself, and pulled out the cash. It was time for us to meet again, this time on my terms.
I ran back to the man's house with the ATV and he was out side checking everything out on it. I handed him the cash and gave it quick test drive around the neighborhood. I got back in a minute or two and thanked him for his time and wished him luck on his newborn. I got in my car and told him I was going to park it around the corner at the near by park and come back for the ATV, as I was going to be riding it today. He said that was fine and I took off. As soon as I parked at the park I literally ran back to his house and hopped on the ATV. I had just pulled out the cash, and knew Mike couldn't possibly be on his way already, but something inside me knew that I couldn't involve the nice gentleman that I had just bought this thing from. I wouldn't put it past Mike to break into their house and kill everyone in there just to get a hint of my location. I drove the ATV back to the park and parked it right behind my car. I got my backpack out from the back seat and put my home made suppressors and my 9mm in there. I slung the P-90 on my back and also rolled up a few paper targets and put them into my pack just in case I got stopped by the police. At least I had an excuse that I was practicing my shooting out in the desert. I eventually got about 400-500 yards out into the desert across from the bank. I set up one of the targets and fired 2 shots from both home made suppressors from each gun. They both worked really well with only a small sound coming out of each of them. The sun started to set behind the mountains and I got set up and parked my ATV behind a large boulder. When it got completely dark I got on top of a boulder and lied down. I put on a black ski mask and a black shirt so I couldn't be noticed out in the open. I flipped the cap to my scope on the P-90 off and looked though it. I could see the bank dimly lit inside, as well as the parking lot. Now all I had to do was wait. It had been about an hour and a half to two hours since I had took out the money, and figured Mike should be rolling by soon. I waited silently just watching people come and go from the bank, but no Mike. Around 11 o'clock or so I finally saw his black car pull up. He drove around the bank once and then parked in front of it. I immediately noticed that his plates weren't on his car which struck me as odd. He got out and walked up to the ATM and had something in his hand with wires attached to it. He put it in the machine and turned his back to me. Perfect. I flipped my safety off and took the shot. Boom, center mass. He fell into the machine and pulled out his gun. How the fuck is he even moving I shot him right though the fucking back?!? He ran and ducked behind his car. I aimed for his tires. Boom back right tire, gone. Boom back left tire, gone. At this point he knew the direction I was shooting from and popped his head out. He shot twice in my direction but he couldn't see me in the darkness. It was great, I had another huge smile on my face. Now you know what it's like to be trapped you son of a bitch, but this time you have no get away vehicle.
Alright guys I was planning on going further than this but I think I'm done for the day as far as writing goes. I'll update tomorrow and hopefully finish this series up in the next few days. I'll stick around for a bit to answer questions and what not. Thanks for reading, until next time.
Edit: Holy shit, thank you oh so much to whoever gave me gold. This is my first time receiving it. I thank you much kind sir or ma'am, you're fucking awesome.
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thanks for pming me but i didnt feel like answering in pm so heres all the extra info:
this has happened very recently (about a couple days ago) and everyone is eager to wait for part 5 although it's been about four days since he's updated his post..
which is quiet unusual because he updated it every 1-2 days... so people think the guy is dead but what they dont know is that he dosent have acces to update his shit with no internet.. part 5 is expected to come it on the next week!
So I'm in some random Starbucks in the middle of downtown Las Vegas typing this out for reasons that are beyond me. I guess that if I die I want at least someone to know what happened to me. You're probably getting the impression that I am scared for my life, but you would be completely wrong. In fact I'm having the most fun I've ever had; this is by far the best game I've ever played. Now enough of my babbling, let me indulge you on why I hired a hit-man on myself.
So it all started about 4 weeks ago. I'm sitting in my office bored as all hell staring blankly into my computer, counting each individual white pixel on that god damn screen. As I'm staring off into space, enjoying the peace and quiet of my own little world, I start thinking to myself "How did I end up this way? My life has boiled down to me sitting in this fucking cubicle for 8 hours a day, eating, and sleeping." I sure as hell didn't grow up thinking, "Boy I'd sure like to spend the rest of my life filing acquisitions for some soul draining corporation!" I mean I make good money, sure, but I don't even feel human anymore, it's like I'm just going through the motions. I have no kids, no girlfriend, no family that actually want anything to do with me; I'm completely alone. I need some adventure in my life again, some excitement. Fuck anything is better than what I'm doing right now. I was snapped out of thinking how pathetic my life was by my annoying ass boss asking me if I had finished with this weeks paper work. I hadn't yet, but I lied and told him I did. He told me in his "I'm superior to you" tone to have it on his desk tomorrow morning. Ya I'll get right on that, you self centered prick. I finished up with the form I had been working on and turned off my computer. It was 5 PM, signaling the end of another meaningless day.
I got home and started thinking about what I could do to make life a bit more fun. I went through the usual ideas of a vacation, moving to a new city, maybe even a new car; yet they all fell short. I needed something really fucking crazy to go down, I wanted to drop a bomb on my former life and really get shit started. I started fucking around on the deep web, looking at all the illegal shit that they have to offer. And then I saw an ad that said "Have a problem in your life? Hire one of our cleaners to take care of it at Cthulhu's resume". Now my interest was peeked. I checked out their website and it was a site to hire a hit-man. Then a thought popped into my head, what if I hired a hit-man on myself. It would be like a game of cat and mouse, and the punishment for getting caught would be of course, death. I was curious to see what their guidelines were, and to see how far they would go to eliminate a target. So I emailed them saying I had a problem I wanted to get rid of. Within 3 hours I got a response back, informing me of all the details of the business and the range of prices it would cost me. I didn't respond right away, allowing myself time to think carefully of what I would be getting myself into. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. This was the ultimate adventure game, like a real life video game. I would have someone that would spend night and day hunting me down, and I would have to spend all my time hunting them down. The first person to find the other wins, and the loser dies. It was perfect.
So I went into work the next day, knowing that it would be my last day there. I did what every cubicle monkey dreams of doing, I told my boss that he can go fuck himself, told the smoking hot receptionist that I wanted to bend her over her desk and fuck her brains out, and destroyed every last form and file I had in that shit hole prison just to make things harder for all the douchebags I worked with. Then I got to work on setting everything up. I went out and bought myself some new toys at the local gun store. Bought myself a new 9mm glock, a PS-90 assault rifle, and my crown jewel, a Barrette 50 cal. sniper rifle. I also stopped by this nifty little spy store in my city and picked up a few things. A few objects with discrete cameras in them that allowed me to watch them through my phone, bug detectors, and a voice changer. I then took $30,000 from my savings account and converted it into Bit-coins. After all that was completed, I contacted the man who had first emailed me and gave him all of my info, and told him that this man would be very hard to catch as he travels a lot, and that he may be armed. I told him that I didn't want just one of their regular cleaners on this job, I wanted the best they had to offer. Shortly after sending the email, I received a message back informing the that they would send one of the best, but it would cost a bit more. He also said that as soon as I sent the payment they would get started. The last line of the email he sent me made me realize shit was going to get serious very quickly "Just a quick warning for you, once the payment is sent and confirmed there is no going back. The job will be taken care of and there's nothing that can be done to stop it." Perfect. I sent the payment immediately, and got a conformation email back that it was received and that someone would be sent out the next day to my location. Now the real fun can begin.
So there's the start to the huge shit show I created for myself, and like I said it's been loads of fun. I've been in this Starbucks for about 2 hours now and I need to get going as I can't stay in one location for to long. I'll update tomorrow with the rest of my story so far if people are interested. Wish me luck
PART 2
Still alive n what not. I need to clear some stuff up with you guys before I get into my story. First off, a lot of you have been doubting the fact that I got a 50 cal Barrette sniper rifle without a waiting period. The reason I was able to obtain it to easily was because the state I bought the gun in is a very lenient state as far as gun policies, and on top of that the owner of the store was my neighbor so and he knew that I had wanted one for the longest time as I have an interest in long range shooting. So all I had to do was get a simple background check and fill out a good amount of paperwork and it was mine. Secondly a few of you are saying stuff like "You're not going to last a week." If you had read even the first 2 paragraphs of my first entry you would of known that this has been going on for about 4 weeks now. I've had a few encounters with the man and I'm hoping to finish this up in the next few days. Anyways, lets continue.
So I had just gotten conformation that my payment was received and someone would be sent out the next day. I started packing all the belongings in my apartment that I would need as I wouldn't be able to return until after this was all completed. I packed about a months worth of clothes, all my electronics that I would need, all my guns and spy gear that I had bought myself, and a few other miscellaneous items like toothbrush and shampoo. Once everything was packed up I went over to a friends house that had an older car for sale that was registered to his name. I asked him if I could trade him cars for reasons I couldn't get into, and gave him $2000 to just keep my car in his back yard and look after it. I figured if this hit man agency was any good they'd look up my DMV records and know what kind of car I was driving and my licence plate which would make me a lot easier to find. He agreed and told me to look after myself and to be careful. So I set out back to my old apartment that night to put all of the things I had packed up into the trunk and back seat. I also set out a little note on my coffee table in the living room that said "Tag you're it!" just to fuck with the guy and to give him a little heads up that this wasn't going to be an average hit. What fun would it be if he didn't even know that this was a fun little game? I now had everything I needed to go on the hunt and a car that couldn't be traced back to me. Before the day ended I went to walmart and picked myself up a prepaid smart phone and then dismantled my old phone so I couldn't be tracked via GPS. Before it got too late I also stopped by the little spy shop again and picked up a magnetic GPS locator. You know the kind that Walt and Hank from Breaking Bad put under Gus Fring’s car to follow him. After that I was fully ready to do this. No turning back now.
I went back to the area around my apartment around 11 pm and parked about 2/3 - 3/4th of mile away to wait. No way I could stay the night there and allow that guy to get the drop on me while I was sleeping. I sat on the passenger side of the car to make it look like I was waiting for a friend to come back to the car and to not freak the people out who lived in the apartments I was in front of. They said they'd be sending him out the next day so I had to sleep in the car and wait for him to arrive. I went to sleep around midnight and woke around 7 AM. I took out my nice deer hunting binoculars and waited. And waited. And waited. I finally got hungry enough to convince myself I needed to eat so I went to a little fast food joint and picked up a few burgers. I went back and parked in the same spot I was before. It was around 5 PM at this time and I figured this guy wasn't going to come during the day so I fucked around on Reddit for a few hours until it got dark. I finally got bored of Reddit so I went back to watching my apartment. Around 10 PM I watched an all black car with dark tinted windows, I think it was a Chrysler 300, pulled up a few hundred feet from my apartment on the other side of the street. It look a bit fishy on a count of that it had out of state plates and I'd never seen it in my neighborhood before so I started to watch it. It just sat there for about 10 minutes, presumably checking out my house, then it drove away. "Huh, well that was weird." I thought to myself as I had the biggest grin on my face. I knew that was my guy.
I tried to sleep that night and maybe got a few hours in around 1 o'clock, but I was so excited with anticipation that I couldn't get a full nights rest. I woke up around 3 - 3:30 AM to check everything out. So I started fucking around on Reddit again to pass the time. Around 4 AM the same black car pulled up in the same spot it was before. About 2-3 minutes of waiting there, the lights shut off and a man got out. He was a bigger guy around my height (6' 0"), but way bigger muscle wise. Dude could definitely beat the shit out of me in close quarters combat, so I knew I couldn't let that happen. The guy was also dressed really nice in a suit. "What a fuckin stereotypical hit-man." I thought to myself. I noticed I had the biggest grin on my face again, I felt so alive. The man walked across the street and sure enough went up to my apartment. He took a key out his pocket, put it in the lock and slammed on it with this small metal brick thing. I knew it was a bump key. He then entered my apartment and shut the door behind him. About 30 seconds after he did that I used the binoculars to focus in on his license plates and wrote down the number. After about 5 minutes he came out and put something in his pocket, I'm pretty sure it was his gun. He also had something else crumpled up in his other hand. He threw it in the gutter, got back in his car and drove off. I waited about an hour and went to go see what he threw out. Sure enough it was the "Tag you're it" note I left him. I started laughing hysterically and knew this was going to be a lot more fun than I could ever hope for.
I went back to my car to try and catch a few more hours of sleep. When I awoke the sun was already up, it was around 8 AM. I drove off to another one of my buddies house who worked for the DMV to get some info from him. He wasn't there so I went to his work to find him. After about 15 minutes when he was in between helping people I walked up to his counter. He was surprised to see me and greeted me with a "What's up man?!" I sat down without saying anything to him and slipped him the piece of paper with the licence plate number on it. "What's this?" he asked. I just looked at him and said, "Don't ask questions, I need the info of the person who these plates belong to." "Dude I can't give that information to you, I could get into a lot of trouble." I pulled out about $200 bucks from my wallet and slipped it to him and said, "Please dude this is really important, this guy wants to kill me and I need this information, my life depends on it. Here's 200 bucks I know you and your wife have been hurting for money." He looked at me with a really serious look and muttered under his breath "Fuck man..." He took the money and put it into his pocket and started typing on his computer. He then got up from his chair and told me he'd be right back. About a minute later he came back with a few sheets of paper. "This is everything I could get on the guy." I looked at him again with a really serious face and said, "Don't mention this to anyone, even your wife. This guy is really dangerous and I don't need you getting involved, and make sure no one can trace back the fact that you looked up this information." He looked back at me and said okay. As I was getting up to leave he just said "Take care of yourself man, and be careful." I told him that I would and that I couldn't thank him enough.
I walked back to my car and started studying the piece of paper, and once again had a huge grin on my face. I now had a bunch of this guy's info in my hands, I knew who I was dealing with. I'm not disclosing the mans name due to concerns for myself and his family so we'll just refer to him as "Mike". Mike was 35 years old, and was registered to an address in Arizona. Like I thought it was a black Chrysler 300.
Now that I had the info I needed it was time to stake out my house a bit more. When I got back it was around 1 PM, and I parked a bit further away this time. I sat in my car for about another hour and when 2 PM rolled around I saw the same black 300 roll up about 2 blocks away from my place again. Further away than the last time, but close enough to watch the place thoroughly. I was only about a mile away from him and he didn't even know it.
So the Burger king I'm in is pretty much dead now and I've been here for quite awhile. I'm need to get back to my hotel and start planning some... stuff. I'll try to post tomorrow when I get a bit of free time around 5 or 6 PM. Until next time lads, until next time.
PART 3
not sure if I'll be able to update tomorrow, and if I do it'll be later at night. Why you might ask? It's Mike's last day on earth, the day he gets a bullet in between his eyes or through his chest. Anyways enough of the semantics, let's get started.
I had just gotten back around the area of my apartment, and had seen Mike parked down the street from my apartment. At this point, I was done just watching him trying to watch me all day. So I decided I needed to test his abilities out. I went a few miles away to an old Motel six. I walked in and a nice older man was running the front desk. I walked up to him and asked if I could book a room. He said yes that would be fine, so I paid with my debit card. I also handed him an envelope and told him if he saw a man wearing a suit, about my height asking for anybody, to had this envelope to him. He stuttered a bit trying to get out that he doesn't do that type of thing but his attitude changed real quick when I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him. "Oh of course sir, if he comes in I'll give to him." I then went about another 5 miles away to another Motel Six and paid for a room with my debit card again. I handed this lady another envelope and pulled out a hundred and described Mike to her. "If he comes in here, just hand him the envelope and he'll leave. She handed me my room key and I left. I then went across the street to a bit nicer motel and booked a room with cash. The room was on the second story and had a clear view of the Motel Six across the street. You might be wondering what was in the envelopes, and why I booked 3 rooms. Well first off, I needed to see if they were monitoring my bank accounts, and secondly, I wanted to see what his reaction would be when he finally realized that I led him to two dead ends. The envelopes were just 2 pieces of paper; the first one said "Try again" and the second one said "So close yet so far away". Now to just wait.
I got up to my room and took a shower cause I desperately needed it. I then set up one of the hidden cameras that I had bought from the spy shop out side my room facing the entrance to the front desk of the motel across the street. I went back inside and waited. About 2 hours later wouldn't you know it, the black car pulled up into the parking lot. As it sat there I looked at the GPS tracker I had bought a few days prior and knew I had an opportunity to put it on his car so I could track him. The only problem was if I even attempted to get close to his car he'd know I was there and might even start shooting at me. I pushed the curtain of the window to the side and looked around, and saw a couple of teenagers on bikes fucking around in the parking lot of the motel I was in. I put on a baseball cap and went down stairs trying to face away from Mikes car the whole time. I walked up to a soda machine that was down stairs and yelled at the kids to come over to where I was while waving a hundred dollar bill in the air. After all I'm sure those kids would love some cash to fuck around with or buy some pot. After looking at each other they came over to me and asked what I wanted. I pulled the GPS locator out of my pocket and told em if they wanted to make a quick buck, all they had to do was wait for the man in the black car across the street to get out and walk into the lobby of the motel and hide it underneath the bumper somewhere where he would have a hard time finding it. "How are we supposed to do it without him figuring out what we're doing?" one of them asked. I thought about it really quick and said, "Just ride your bikes behind the car and one of you pretend to fall, then as you're on the ground stick it underneath." They all looked at each other again and snickered, and agreed. I turned it on, and handed it to one of them. I then handed the $100 bill to another one of them. As he grabbed it I held on to it, and he looked at me with a questioning face as why I wasn't letting go. They all looked back at me and I looked each of them dead in the eye and said, "If you kids just run off with my GPS locator and my hundred bucks, I will find each of you and kill you and your families. I'm not the type of guy you want to fuck with, got it?" Their smiles quickly faded, and they all nodded. "I'll be watching from somewhere to make sure the job is done. You boys have a nice day." They slowly turned back around and rode off across the street, not knowing what I had just said was just a bluff. I took the back stairwell back up to my room. As I got in to check the camera I had planted, Mike had just gotten out of his car and was walking across the parking lot. Just as he entered the check in building of the motel, the kids entered the cameras frame. Just as they got near the back of the car one of the kids fell and I saw him reach his arm underneath the car. He then got up and they rode off. About a minute later I saw Mike leaving the motel lobby. He opened the envelope, read the paper, and then crumpled it up and threw it on the ground. He then got out his phone and called someone while walking to his car. He got in and left after putting the phone back into his pocket. I had another huge grin on my face knowing I was slowly winning the game. I got onto my laptop and watched the little red dot slowly get farther and farther away.
About an hour later I decided to go check up on what Mike was up to, hoping to find the location of where he was staying. I drove to the area where the GPS locator was stopped at. I parked about a half mile away and started walking to his location. It was a little parking lot for a Mexican food restaurant, but as I scanned the parking lot his car wasn't there. I walked up to the front of the restaurant, and could see by the entrance there was a little manila envelope. I walked up to it and opened it. All that was inside was my GPS locator and a note, that said "Tag, now you're it." My smile and thoughts were cut short as little hole exploded out of the pillar I was standing by. As I ducked behind the pillar, another hole was created in the brick wall that was now in front of me. Fuck he's shooting at me. "Where's the sound of the gun though?" I thought quickly. He must have a silencer. Shit shit shit shit shit. I completely fell for his trap, I'm such a fucking idiot, what the fuck do I do now?
I pulled out my 9mm and peaked my head out from pillar. I couldn't see him. Fuck. I had no choice but to run, he was closing in on me. I ran into the restaurant, went though the kitchen as a whole bunch of Mexicans were yelling at me, and darted out the back door. I ran down the ally that the back door led to, my adrenaline pumping. As I neared the end of the ally I heard something wiz my me tearing the side of my shirt. Almost out of the ally I ducked behind a big metal dumpster. I chambered a round, popped out a bit and shot twice at him. A loud ass BANG BANG sound shot out as the bullets exited the end of the barrel. Fuck everyone around is going to hear that, and this guy has a god damn silencer so he doesn't need to worry about that. I need to get the fuck out of here before the cops show up. I darted out of the ally and as I rounded the corner I heard another bullet strike the brick wall. I looked back and saw a huge chunk taken out of the corner. I ran and ran as fast as I could back to my car, trying my best to make sure he didn't follow me. As I got in and took off I looked back to see Mike running around the corner looking around trying to find me. For a guy of his size in a suit, he sure is pretty damn fast. I then hit a red light with a few cars around me, and I could still see him running in my direction trying to look for me. I could tell he still didn't know what kind of car I was in by the way he was frantically looking around. He kept getting closer and closer until finally he was right beside me on the other side of the street. The only thing that was between us was another car in the left lane. COME THE FUCK ON LIGHT! TURN FUCKING GREEN! I was fucking hysterical at this point, the man that wanted to kill me was about 15 feet away and all he had to do was look hard enough through my tinted windows and he'd know that was me. He then continued walking and pulled out his phone. Right as he hit the street corner the light turned green and I fucking gunned it. As soon as I knew he was away from me I started laughing louder than I've laughed before. I was so close to death, and yet I never felt... more alive. This is exactly what I needed, and I already couldn't wait for our next encounter. Only next time it would be on my terms.
I got back to my motel room and got upstairs. I sat down on the bed and started thinking about what had just happened, and planning my next move. I was such a fucking idiot for falling for that trap. He had to of seen those kids plant that thing, or he had some kind of bug detector like mine that could find planted electronics. I didn't know which one but I did have a few pieces of valuable information. They were monitoring my bank accounts, he has a silencer and is not afraid to shoot in public, and from what I saw he's not bad at his job I had just gotten extremely lucky that I switched cars and he didn't happen to see me. I collapsed on the bed exhausted as the adrenaline wore off.
About 15 minutes had passed as I lie on my bed contemplating everything, and I got a phone call. I looked at my phone and it was a number that I didn't recognize from a 480 area code. I answered. "Well hello there, you left so soon we didn't even get to play." "Who is this?", I asked like a dumb ass, I knew who it was. "Don't worry about who I am, it's yourself that you need to worry about." I started laughing. "Ohh, Mike my buddy it's you, I don't thi--" "How do you know my name?" he snapped. "You shouldn't interrupt people while they're talking Mike, it's quite rude. As I was saying I don't think I need to worry about myself too much. I'm 'it' now though, so I'll be seeing you soon." I said. A few seconds of silence followed, it sounded like he was in a car. "You'll be seeing me sooner than you think." and then he hung up. I don't know what he meant by that but I needed to get the fuck out of this hotel and into a new one. I wrote down the number he called me on and I packed all my stuff up and got out of there as quickly as I could. As I was leaving all I could think of was how the fuck he got my number. I threw the phone out the window and kept driving. As I was driving away I saw his car pull into the motel parking lot I was just at.
Anyways once again I need to get going. This bar I'm at called the Blind Tiger is packed but I've been here for too long, and I need to get back to my hotel. I also need to start prepping for tomorrow. Thanks for reading guys, until next time.
PART 4
I ended the last update with me driving away from the motel parking lot, and after a few seconds of me pulling out, Mike pulled in. If I had left even a few minutes later he would of caught me in my room packing my shit, or me packing everything up into my car. Did he think I was an idiot that wouldn't change places after he ended our conversation with "You'll be seeing me sooner than you think."? Or maybe he's having just as much fun as I am with this game. After all you don't take up this line of work without at least partly enjoying killing people. I'm probably giving him the same rush he's giving me, in that he probably doesn't expect his clients to actually go after him or even know that he's coming.
Anyways I got to my next hotel and took a shower I desperately needed again while singing that stupid fucking Iggy Pop song I-G-G-Y Who dat who dat and shaking my ass. It's like a fucking brain parasite and the only way to get it out is to sing the song of its people... or some shit, I don’t know sue me. After I got out of the shower I passed out on the bed after having almost been killed a few hours prior. When I woke up I knew I needed to get going again, after all I was 'it'
I went to Walmart to pick up a new phone, and some supplies to make a few suppressors (Yes I said suppressors instead of silencers, you happy now gunfags?), anyways as I was walking down the isles watching all of the fat ass Americans on their scooters because they're too fucking lazy to walk I started contemplating about how Mike even got my number. I picked up my new phone and a few cans of cheesewiz, along with a few other supplies for my suppressors. (And no I'm not getting into how I made them I just pulled the first guide online that showed me how and they were a real pain in the ass to make. A few of your guys suggestions on how to make em seemed a lot easier.) Anyways as I was checking out I took out my cash and looked at the phone I was about to buy. It dawned on me that when all of this started I paid for my first throw-away phone with my card. I'm such a fucking idiot that's probably how he tracked me down. I paid for everything and got back to my hotel. The first thing I did was do some research to see if it was possible to get a phones ESN / MEID number just from a purchase. It turns out it was possible to do, it just was a difficult process of going though Walmart's purchase database, or the phones manufacture database. Fuck another mistake on my part, if I keep fucking up like this I'm going to end up dead. I took the rest of the day to make the suppressors for myself, and they turned out pretty good. Except for the huge fucking cheezewiz mess I had to clean up. I now had one for my 9mm and one for my P-90. After all that was done, it was dark out. I wanted to see if Mike would some how be able to find me with no card activity or cellphone at his disposal, so I waited.
A day passed by, then two, then three. After about a week and 3 hotels later, I figured he was only able to track me when I used my card or slipped up somehow like anyone who doesn't know a hit man is following them would do. Unless he was watching and studying me the whole time, which I doubt he was doing. By the end of the week of sleepless nights and constantly looking over my shoulder, I was almost completely out of cash on hand. I knew I needed to hit a bank or an ATM, but as soon as I withdrew some cash from my account they would know I did, and the location I got it from. After a bit of thinking about this I figured I could actually use this to my advantage. So I set out to surprise little ol' Mike, after all a week prior he set me up, so I figured it was time to return the favor.
I traveled about 30 minutes to the very outskirts of North West Las Vegas. I found an area that seemed perfect, my bank on one side of the street, and a desert with lots of boulders and Joshua trees on the other side. As I was surveying the area, on one of the corners near the bank I saw an ATV with a "For Sale" sign on it. I went to the door and rung the bell. A nice typical suburban dad answered the door with a his little girl right behind him hugging he leg and looking up at me. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Yeah, I actually saw that you had that Yamaha ATV for sale, and was wondering how much it was." He told me it was $1500 bucks and I told him that I was interested. We shot the shit for awhile, and he told me about his family and that they just had another little girl, so he had not the time or money to keep this thing around. "My time of fun and fucking around is on hold for the moment I guess." he said laughing a bit. I laughed back and while I was looking at him I kind of envied him. If I had a girl I loved a lot and some little ones that meant the world to me I wouldn't be doing what I was currently doing. But that's neither here nor there. Sorry I'm rambling. I told him that I was interested in getting it now and asked if it was okay if I ran to the bank to grab some cash. He told me that was fine and he would be waiting out side. I got to the bank and as I was about to put my card into the machine a thought grabbed my attention. As soon as you pull out this money, you're going to be on a time slot until Mike comes and checks out the area. I mentally prepared myself, and pulled out the cash. It was time for us to meet again, this time on my terms.
I ran back to the man's house with the ATV and he was out side checking everything out on it. I handed him the cash and gave it quick test drive around the neighborhood. I got back in a minute or two and thanked him for his time and wished him luck on his newborn. I got in my car and told him I was going to park it around the corner at the near by park and come back for the ATV, as I was going to be riding it today. He said that was fine and I took off. As soon as I parked at the park I literally ran back to his house and hopped on the ATV. I had just pulled out the cash, and knew Mike couldn't possibly be on his way already, but something inside me knew that I couldn't involve the nice gentleman that I had just bought this thing from. I wouldn't put it past Mike to break into their house and kill everyone in there just to get a hint of my location. I drove the ATV back to the park and parked it right behind my car. I got my backpack out from the back seat and put my home made suppressors and my 9mm in there. I slung the P-90 on my back and also rolled up a few paper targets and put them into my pack just in case I got stopped by the police. At least I had an excuse that I was practicing my shooting out in the desert. I eventually got about 400-500 yards out into the desert across from the bank. I set up one of the targets and fired 2 shots from both home made suppressors from each gun. They both worked really well with only a small sound coming out of each of them. The sun started to set behind the mountains and I got set up and parked my ATV behind a large boulder. When it got completely dark I got on top of a boulder and lied down. I put on a black ski mask and a black shirt so I couldn't be noticed out in the open. I flipped the cap to my scope on the P-90 off and looked though it. I could see the bank dimly lit inside, as well as the parking lot. Now all I had to do was wait. It had been about an hour and a half to two hours since I had took out the money, and figured Mike should be rolling by soon. I waited silently just watching people come and go from the bank, but no Mike. Around 11 o'clock or so I finally saw his black car pull up. He drove around the bank once and then parked in front of it. I immediately noticed that his plates weren't on his car which struck me as odd. He got out and walked up to the ATM and had something in his hand with wires attached to it. He put it in the machine and turned his back to me. Perfect. I flipped my safety off and took the shot. Boom, center mass. He fell into the machine and pulled out his gun. How the fuck is he even moving I shot him right though the fucking back?!? He ran and ducked behind his car. I aimed for his tires. Boom back right tire, gone. Boom back left tire, gone. At this point he knew the direction I was shooting from and popped his head out. He shot twice in my direction but he couldn't see me in the darkness. It was great, I had another huge smile on my face. Now you know what it's like to be trapped you son of a bitch, but this time you have no get away vehicle.
Alright guys I was planning on going further than this but I think I'm done for the day as far as writing goes. I'll update tomorrow and hopefully finish this series up in the next few days. I'll stick around for a bit to answer questions and what not. Thanks for reading, until next time.
Edit: Holy shit, thank you oh so much to whoever gave me gold. This is my first time receiving it. I thank you much kind sir or ma'am, you're fucking awesome.
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EDIT: @Gambino @Triad @The Anarchy
thanks for pming me but i didnt feel like answering in pm so heres all the extra info:
this has happened very recently (about a couple days ago) and everyone is eager to wait for part 5 although it's been about four days since he's updated his post..
which is quiet unusual because he updated it every 1-2 days... so people think the guy is dead but what they dont know is that he dosent have acces to update his shit with no internet.. part 5 is expected to come it on the next week!