Write One Page Per Day – 283/365 – October 10, 2018

Rooftop Camping

The wind blew hard, stealing the breath from my lungs. Forcing every muscle in my body to tense.

“Holy shit, that’s cold,” Gwen said, tensing, but not moving, “this guy had better come out soon before my hands freeze. I thought you said it was supposed to be warm today?”

“I checked the forecast,” I said as I pulled out my phone to recheck the weather. “Shit…”


“I had it set for our house back in Maryland,” I admitted.

“You know that I have gloves specifically for cold days when I’m shooting, right?” Gwen snapped.

“I know.”

“And you know that I am not dressed for twenty-degree weather, right?”

“I put a blanket on you, and you yelled at me!” I objected.

“Alright, time to swap,” she said pushing herself up to her knees, “I need to warm up.”

“Here,” I said wrapping the blanket around her shoulders as I moved around her to lay down behind her rifle.

We sat there in silence, the cold biting into both of us, for nearly half an hour. It had been years since we had performed an assassination like this. Over the last few years, our targets had been easier to get to, so we hadn’t needed to resort to rooftop camping.

“You know,” Gwen said, “I actually missed this. It was so much simpler than hunting them down and hitting them with cars or stabbing them in the back room. We know where they are, when they will be there, and for how long. Why did we stop doing this?”

“Because it gets boring really fast,” I said turning to her to make finger quotes. “I prefer to be more ‘hands-on’ in my work.”

“Then get your hands back on the fucking gun you idiot. It won’t take him long to go from the house to the car, then we have to track him all over the place again,” Gwen said.

I turned just in time to see the door open. A man in a black suit wearing an ear-piece stepped out onto the porch and looked around. I felt my heart try to speed up, but I had to keep myself calm, so I didn’t miss.

“They’re coming out,” I whispered as I saw three kids and a woman walk onto the porch accompanied by another man in black, “The fucking coward sent the kids out first! Can you believe it?”

“Shut up and focus, Henry,” Gwen rebutted as she drew a pair of binoculars to her face.

The woman and kids ran to the car and shut the door just before it sped off leaving the guards on the porch. The men looked around once more before ducking back inside.

“He didn’t come out…” I said.

“Yes, I did,” I heard a grave voice say from behind me. I turned just in time for a kick to my face. I heard gunshots ring out just before a second kick and the world blinked out of existence.

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