There is a strong storm going on outside. The wind blowing weak limbs off of trees and sending them crashing to the ground with a loud thud. Only being blocked out by the louder sound of thunder that seems to shake the very foundation of the house. Lighting illuminating the sky for brief seconds showing the heavy rain drops flying threw the air in akward slants.

A typical storm the tv was on the only light in the house. The Reginald family was huddled up in the living room watching the weather updates. No tornado warnings thankfully but threats of server thunderstorms continuing until 1:00 p.m. the next day. The kids were cuddled up on the floor half asleep to young to even realize the real threat the rain poses to them.

The Reginald family is your typical suburban family. A husband Ernie who works in the city at a paper selling office. A mother who stays at home but used to be a teacher before she had kids. Two twin boys Gerald Geoff both now 4 years old, and Barkley the three year old black lab dog who stayed guarding the front door.

The nights storm was a perfect cover for my entrance. I stayed looking at my files inside of the car parked a few houses down. I’ve been doing these types of jobs since I was first let out of the Facility. The father took out the hit apparently he has a second woman who is tired of being a side piece and wants to start a family.

So instead of being a man and divorcing his wife and abandoning his children, or calling it quits with his mistress and accept the consequences he hired me. I’m a repair man I fix peoples problems any type of problems. I take a drag of my menthol cigarette the same type the fathers smokes and snuff it out in my cars ashtray. Flipping threw the security system schematics I find the flaw quickly and mark it down in my mental cabinet.

It’s a training tool you learn during your time in the Facility. It’s a way to imprint any detail in your mind for later use. I reach back grab a piece of flank steak that’s been marinating in a cocktail of sedatives for half the day. I start the car and move a bit closer with my headlights off creeping closer to the targeted house.

Once there I peek in threw a window and notice the family is all in one room that should make things simpler. I place the tainted meat next to the door and unwrap it from its butchers parchment. The strong winds blow the scent of meat threw the doggy door. Barkley starts to scratch at the doggy door and his dog collar unlocks the door and he sticks only his head out and pulls the meat into the door.

Soon he is munching on the steak and starts to pant happily at his good luck finding such a treat. He circles around the front door and plots himself down and begins to drift to sleep. The father noticed Barkley falling asleep near the door and went to check on him when the power went out. The wife gasped and felt around for her children small heads to make sure they’re safe.

“It’s probably a black out because of the storm. I’ll go check the power box.” The father said while grabbing his cell phone and starting up his LED light widget. Using the flash light to find his way to the garage he looked at the power box then felt a slight prick on his side.

It was me using a syringe filled with another cocktail of sedatives to knock him out. To hide the small nick from the syringe I then cut at his side leaving him to slowly bleed out. I then sent a automatic call to the police station with a recorded distressed Ernie pleading for his family lives from Ernie’s cellphone. “Please send help there’s some men here they have guns…Oh God they found my wife and kids….” The call was cut short then hung up leaving the 911 operator tracing the call from Ernie’s cellphone to the house.

I dropped the cell phone on the concrete garage floor with the operator trying to get Ernie back on the phone reassuring him help is on the way. I only had three minutes to find the wife and.children. That didn’t take long she yelled out for her husband. “Ernie hunny did you find the box yet?”

I walked down the hall from the garage threw the kitchen. I placed the knife on the kitchen island and pulled out my gun. Stepping slowly I got to the family huddled in the dark living room waiting for the lights to come back on. With a flash of lightning I saw the mothers horrified face as she saw I wasn’t her husband and I had a gun.

She screamed but was cut off after I blew three shots into her. Two in the chest and one in the throat. She fell back the kids both got up and cried. I hated to do it but the contract said no witnesses.

After the family layed slayen on the living room I took the extra time to take what a normal person would take. A lock box on the living room filled with my other half of my payment.