For a long time he stared into the mirror in silence. He could remember last night well, the claw marks across his chest would not let him forget. He walked back into the hotel room and gazed upon the beauty that lay in the bed still asleep. His gaze moved from the woman laying in the bed to the nightstand beside her were a well used crack pipe sat. For the night all she wanted was a fix, and for that fix there was no depth to how low she would sink. The dark haird man walked to his messenger bag and opened it reaching past his computer he drew a silenced pistol, he wrapped his hand around the grip of the gun. He wished their was another way. He felt that these women all deserved a chance at redemption but when his nut burst across her face at 4 a.m. he knew he had to free her from herself. He had to free her from her sickness. He held his breath as he rested the barrel on the back of her head and squeezed one round into skull. The silence soon followed. He hated the silence more then anything so he gathered his belongings , wiped the room down and walked quietly from the room.
He jumped slightly as the co-worker slapped him on the back “hey Jerry, another long night?”. Jerry looked up at the tall slim man who appeared to be around 24 years old “Yeah, you could say that.” Jerry grinned and then stretched back in his seat, “How about you?”. “You know me I live to party.” The two shared a chuckle then went back to work.